Bruno frowned at Giorno’s pathetic state. He wanted to help his old friend. He knew that he would do the same for him. He prayed that his inability to cope wasn’t due from becoming the new Boss. ”I promise, Gio…I’m here. Alive. Sort of…but I’m fine. I could never be mad at you. I owe you a lot.”
Bruno reached over and gently brushed Giorno’s disheveled hair behind his ear. “See? I’m here…now try to rest. You won’t be able to do much in this condition.”
【 ✮ 】— He was icy against his trembling skin. The hand caressing his cheek and hair was cold like a corpse’s, and Giorno remembered that time during the fight against Diavolo –that time when he grabbed his hand and it was deadly cold. Giorno finally released his grip, completely resting against the silk and the bedsheets.
— « Bruno… » He called, a feeble smile finally curling his lips. Even if he was filled with grief, happiness was glimmering in his gaze once again. « B-bentornato a c-casa… »
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