[He gently pokes a finger to Giorno's forehead.] Have we forgotten the part where you're a dear friend and I love you immensely? Of course I'm going to tell you. It might not seem that way, but I've learned my lesson about running away without goodbyes a long time ag--
[...wait.
Mettaton tilts his head as he stares at the boy. His smile leaves him, at least for now, as sympathetic concern takes over.] ...you thought I meant you, eh?
Giorno. My sweetest of friends. Look at me. You know I'd never say that about you. I'd never think that about you.
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[He gently pokes a finger to Giorno's forehead.] Have we forgotten the part where you're a dear friend and I love you immensely? Of course I'm going to tell you. It might not seem that way, but I've learned my lesson about running away without goodbyes a long time ag--
[...wait.
Mettaton tilts his head as he stares at the boy. His smile leaves him, at least for now, as sympathetic concern takes over.] ...you thought I meant you, eh?
Giorno. My sweetest of friends. Look at me. You know I'd never say that about you. I'd never think that about you.
Do you want to know who's really to blame?