Mista’s eyes widened from the sudden move, afraid that perhaps Giorno had come back without memory of him or even worst. However upon being released, the gunner just stared. Giorno was alive. He was moving, right in front of him.
“G-Giorno…. You’re alive!” Immediately he embraced the other, tears streaming from his eyes. “B-Bastardo! Whatever you did to pretend to be dead or something it wasn’t funny! I was worried, I didn’t know what to do or where to go so I brought you to my place and I just…. I was really worried! Don’t ever do that okay? Even the little guys.. They were crying the whole time! Five especially!” The gunner was blubbering like a small child, unable to control his emotions. He was so happy right now, he was so relieved.
【 ✮ 】— He couldn’t understand the other’s reaction –why was he crying? The reply to his mental inquiry arrived almost immediately from the sulrs of the gunner. And he froze, right within his arms, looking at that shocked face of his, those tears falling and signing the tanned skin of the gunner hitting the young boss right in that heart that just stopped 24 hours before.
— « D-dead? » He repeated, blue eyes blinking, indeed looking extremely confused by the other’s words. « Mista, are you sure you’re okay? I just dreamed to be dead –I don’t even remember what happened last afternoon, after I sent a letter to the SPWFoundation… »
— Indeed the more he tried to squeeze his memory, the less he seemed to understand. Well, whatever happened, now was over, now. And he simply sighed, curling the figure of the crying gunner against his chest, arms wrapped around him as he pecked his forehead and soothed him into comfort. « I am sorry –whatever happened, I am sorry. Please, don’t cry. »
