“Boss…” The gunner stayed silent for a moment, moving closer after a few second, softly gripping the blonde’s hands.
“You’re not at fault here at all. Don’t even think that. This was all me and—…” A pause. “—…You… You had those kinds of feelings for me?.. Ah…. Boss..— No. Giorno.” Mista leaned closer, his cheeks stained a dark red. “I meant every word. I really like you. More than a comrade, more than a friend. I told you I would protect you the day you became our Boss, and even then… Giorno. Ti amo. More than you could ever know.”
【 ✮ 】— The grip of the other’s hands over his was gentle and comforting, and Giorno felt his heart skipping beat after beat to the other’s words, believing to them naively, like the most innocent of the lovers.
—And finding himself being loved this purely was filling his soul with tears of joy –still not used to all these people caring about him, about what he may and may not like… Being loved was awesome, indeed, and Giorno found himself secretly craving for more.
—Like the kisses he gracefully placed on the other’s lips, delicate, standing on his toes due to the height difference between the two.
— « Ti amo anch'io, Guido. Non abbandonarmi mai. » He murmured right against his lips, with a soft smile curling his own. His first name danced with the other words so beautifully, almost they were meant to be together. « I do not feel shame or guilty for my feelings. They are as true as the sunlight blessing our lands. »
