He seems a little flustered that Giorno approaches, ghastly pale skin managing to rise with a shade of color, but he continues to play the role of soldier, letting him hold his face in his hands and toy with his hair without flinching. His eyes avert for a moment, just simply to collect his thoughts and steady his breath.
“Well, they are always like that, aren’t they? But please, is there anything I could get for you. Perhaps you should break from work for now.”
【 ✮ 】— « Five years, Bruno. Even after five years, they keep arguing over almost everything. I envy their force –I sometimes would like them to lend some strength to me, so I can go on working. » A chuckle escaped his lips, hand moving away with a graceful, delicate move from the other’s visage.
— Yes, maybe for a moment, he could indulge into sinking in that beautiful, nostalgic vision. He missed him so much –and maybe he knew, deep inside his heart, how he couldn’t completely cope with the other’s death.
— « Maybe I’ll prepare myself a cup of coffee. I still have lots of things to do –would you like to join me? »
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【 ✮ 】— He didn’t need to hear anything else –nor he needed to say something else–, when he started leading the companion...
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He listens–that’s always what he does, after all. It’s his job to pick up on small details, to take little bits of...