[Excuse him?] Haha-- no, wait, go back! [He tries to nudge Giorno's face up with a finger to his chin. It's light. Something to be ignored if the other really doesn't want to look at him right now. Still, Mettaton smiles and laughs through it.

What else can he do?]

You think the last memory I want of my friends is them emotionlessly saying goodbye? Not weeping forlornly at my departure, filled with both grief at our parting and joy that they were graced with my presence in the first place?

Gigi. Giorno. Light of my life.

It's like you don't know me at all.