“Giorno! I told you to stay back!” He yelled, frozen in place.
Even if Giorno offered, even if his mind and body were screaming for the other’s blood— he couldn’t. He would never hurt Giorno. As his bodyguard and as his lover he could never bring himself to hurt the blonde.
He had already been drained, anymore would only weaken him further.
“Just leave…. Please.”
【 ✮ 】— At first there was shock –then, naive tenderness, towards that man who was worsening his condition in order to spare him from another assault to his veins. He gulped and tried to look relaxed, even if his icy eyes were filled with concern.
— « Guido… » He called, a step, another, and then another one –closer, always closer, uncaring of what the other could even do and say to him in order to make him desist.
— « I cannot allow you to starve yourself until you’ll aggrieve someone else and definitely kill them. I can stand another feeding session. You can drink my blood –I will be fine. »
