[He can't see it. But he can feel a sharp little smile in the crook of his neck and-- well, remembers where they are with alarming clarity and how silly and stupid they're being in front of anyone crossing by. This is it. This is what does him in. Not the inherent dangerousness of Purple Haze or the rumors that he's betrayed the Boss that still float around-- but Giorno's dangerous smile, the breath of his exhale, and the possessive circle of his arm. There's absolutely no mistaking the way they're holding onto each other, if there ever was any confusion to outsiders about what sort of relationship they had.
If Trish comes out he's going to die. If Mista wakes up he's never going to live it down. If Sheila shows up she's going to-- he doesn't know, probably find some important documents to crumple up and throw at them.]
Giogio, careful, I'm going to fall. [His warning is a sort of feeble protest. Something to fill up the space while he tries to think of something a little more clever, a little more-- something. Anything. Even if he's not wrong in that his position on the stool already feels precarious and wobbly. Fugo rests his head on Giorno's curls and tries to clear his head. This is so stupid.] Well, I. You.
You're a bad influence. [There are so, so many things he never knew he wanted or needed until Giorno Giovanna came into his life. And now he has them and he doesn't think he can ever go back to living without. It's terrible and wonderful all at once.]
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If Trish comes out he's going to die. If Mista wakes up he's never going to live it down. If Sheila shows up she's going to-- he doesn't know, probably find some important documents to crumple up and throw at them.]
Giogio, careful, I'm going to fall. [His warning is a sort of feeble protest. Something to fill up the space while he tries to think of something a little more clever, a little more-- something. Anything. Even if he's not wrong in that his position on the stool already feels precarious and wobbly. Fugo rests his head on Giorno's curls and tries to clear his head. This is so stupid.] Well, I. You.
You're a bad influence. [There are so, so many things he never knew he wanted or needed until Giorno Giovanna came into his life. And now he has them and he doesn't think he can ever go back to living without. It's terrible and wonderful all at once.]