[Okay, he can't help but laugh a little at that. Stupid Jesper.]
That does sound like him. Listen, Wylan, I flirt with everyone, but it's different when I actually mean it. When I actually, really care about someone, it's--I take more risks. It's more honest. Do you--
[This is a bit more of himself than he was expecting to share in this conversation. But no point stopping now. He chews his lip for a moment, then continues.]
Does that make sense? Does that sound like something you might--notice. That difference, if it was Jesper.
[Wylan nods after a moment, acknowledging that Giorno's right. It's not that Wylan hasn't noticed that things are different with him and Jesper, things are more, but he's unsure why things are so different, how long they'll stay that way.]
It's different. I know it's different. But what happens if it doesn't stay that way? What happens when Jesper realizes that I'm not worth it?
[Wylan halfheartedly swats his hand away, but there's not much force to it. Mostly, he's considering Giorno's words, wondering which one of them is right.]
[Giorno shrugs, acknowledging it's a million miles harder than it sounds. He's earned himself a silver tongue, but with this kind of thing it's useless; he stumbles as much as anyone.]
You ask if he really does feel that way, and if so, why. You find out if there's anything to be done to get close to him again. If there isn't, you heal and move on. I wish there was a kinder answer, but--
[With a pang, he thinks of Mista and his romantic comedies, the fervor in his eyes at each and every happy ending.]
Things don't always work out perfectly, and you're only half of the equation.
I want things to work out perfectly. [The words fly out of his mouth before he can think of just how naive and stupid they sound. Wylan's fully aware that it's nearly impossible for things to be perfect, his own life so far has certainly not been, but he still wishes that for him and Jesper, holds on to an image of a perfect life together, perfect and ridiculous and unrealistic.]
[He can't help the fondness that's crept into his voice. He could help the hand that grips Wylan's shoulder tightly, that pulls him close and holds him a touch awkwardly against his side. But he doesn't try to.]
I know. Trust me, believe me, I do very much understand. I want it for you--I want it for myself, but--
[But Wylan deserves it more, he knows, and so there's no question who he's most hopeful for.]
I want it to be a story for you. A fairytale--something that never doesn't seem a little magical. I think it will be. Don't ever believe that I doubt that. If anyone deserves it, it's you.
[And Wylan could stop himself, but it's all too easy to lean against Giorno's side, accepting the comfort he's offering. He's grateful that Giorno doesn't call him on his dream, doesn't tell him it's naive or stupid. It nearly brings him to tears, and he wipes at his eyes with one sleeve.]
It already feels like a fairytale. [He freezes again. He just can't seem to stop saying stupidly naive things today.] I know that sounds ridiculous, but sometimes I can hardly believe it's real...
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That does sound like him. Listen, Wylan, I flirt with everyone, but it's different when I actually mean it. When I actually, really care about someone, it's--I take more risks. It's more honest. Do you--
[This is a bit more of himself than he was expecting to share in this conversation. But no point stopping now. He chews his lip for a moment, then continues.]
Does that make sense? Does that sound like something you might--notice. That difference, if it was Jesper.
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It's different. I know it's different. But what happens if it doesn't stay that way? What happens when Jesper realizes that I'm not worth it?
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[Giorno . . . pokes Wylan, very gently, in the middle of his forehead.]
When Jesper realizes you're not worth it? There's an error or two in that statement, don't you think?
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How would you say it?
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[He thinks, but not for longer than a second or two.]
"What happens if Jesper begins to feel I'm not worth it"? That's a step. [A potentiality, not a certainty, and a feeling, not an objective truth.]
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Okay. What happens if Jesper begins to feel that I'm not worth it?
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[Giorno shrugs, acknowledging it's a million miles harder than it sounds. He's earned himself a silver tongue, but with this kind of thing it's useless; he stumbles as much as anyone.]
You ask if he really does feel that way, and if so, why. You find out if there's anything to be done to get close to him again. If there isn't, you heal and move on. I wish there was a kinder answer, but--
[With a pang, he thinks of Mista and his romantic comedies, the fervor in his eyes at each and every happy ending.]
Things don't always work out perfectly, and you're only half of the equation.
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[He can't help the fondness that's crept into his voice. He could help the hand that grips Wylan's shoulder tightly, that pulls him close and holds him a touch awkwardly against his side. But he doesn't try to.]
I know. Trust me, believe me, I do very much understand. I want it for you--I want it for myself, but--
[But Wylan deserves it more, he knows, and so there's no question who he's most hopeful for.]
I want it to be a story for you. A fairytale--something that never doesn't seem a little magical. I think it will be. Don't ever believe that I doubt that. If anyone deserves it, it's you.
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It already feels like a fairytale. [He freezes again. He just can't seem to stop saying stupidly naive things today.] I know that sounds ridiculous, but sometimes I can hardly believe it's real...