[The pause breaks his heart all over again. He knows what that means. He knows, even just for a moment, that Giorno was considering storming off. Of course the boy's hurt. Of course leaving, even for the betterment of himself and his team, was going to hurt someone.
...he just didn't want to think about it.
But here he is. Facing it. Not running. Zenyatta should be proud.]
But where's the fun in that? [Permission to hold granted, Mettaton shifts Giorno into his arms, into his lap, and rests his chin on the top of the boy's head. Just like in the maze, whenever Gigi needed someone else to hold him up, even if it was only for a second or two. Whenever Mettaton needed to deflect away his own sadness.] Stoically waiting for someone to go, only to weep forlornly once they're out the door? That's a way to get an award, surely, but not closure.
[He smiles. Tears trace the shape of it before running down his chin.] Consider this present #2: you don't have to be strong right now. After all my dramatic displays, I have no room to judge you.
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...he just didn't want to think about it.
But here he is. Facing it. Not running. Zenyatta should be proud.]
But where's the fun in that? [Permission to hold granted, Mettaton shifts Giorno into his arms, into his lap, and rests his chin on the top of the boy's head. Just like in the maze, whenever Gigi needed someone else to hold him up, even if it was only for a second or two. Whenever Mettaton needed to deflect away his own sadness.] Stoically waiting for someone to go, only to weep forlornly once they're out the door? That's a way to get an award, surely, but not closure.
[He smiles. Tears trace the shape of it before running down his chin.] Consider this present #2: you don't have to be strong right now. After all my dramatic displays, I have no room to judge you.