He woke up, pressing himself close to the other. Dammit. What was he going to do. Right now he couldn’t even think straight, yesterday he couldn’t think straight. He really didn’t want Giorno to go.— Mista closed his eyes, taking in the silence..
Being pressed like this to the other, it was like he could hear his heartbeat.— Wait. Hear his heartbeat? Mista’s eyes shot back up, immediately shaking the other. It couldn’t be. “— Giorno?! Hey!”
【 ✮ 】— Eyes darted open at the first shake, as Giorno –and consequently Gold Experience–, put a hand on the neck of whoever was touching him, ready to apply some pressure… But then he stopped, recognizing the figure laying next to him.
— Mista. Why Mista was in his bed? Why on e– No, wait, that wasn’t his bed. Indeed that wasn’t even the organized, always clean room of the boss. Giorno shook his head, remembering a few things of the day before –passing out, and dreaming about his death. Ugh. Horrible.
— « Mista. . ? » The voice shook a little, raspy and almost reduced into a whisper. « I apologize for my move –you startled me. What happened? »