[Between the cheek patting and Giorno's effervescent smile, Fugo feels the tips of his ears go pink. He distracts himself from feeling embarrassed by kneeling down to pick up his books while Giorno rummages around in his desk. By the time he's on his feet again, carefully balancing a stack of reference books on his forearms, it's just in time to catch Giorno triumphantly holding his pudding close.

There's always a lot to watch with Giorno, but this is-- well, it's a little pulse of strangeness that's hard for Fugo to keep his finger on. An equation with too many unknown variables, so the values he does know don't balance out yet. He knows that Giorno likes pudding; enough that he'll make trips to the grocery and stash it away in a special cabinet that houses nothing but pudding. More than that, pudding is ... important to Giorno. He was upset that it was all gone, worried that Fugo might have thrown it away, and then delighted to find it safe. He's eating it without a spoon for now, which is. Admittedly a little gross. But also very thorough and particular of him, in a very Giorno sort of way.]

It's fine. I don't mind. [Fugo briefly turns back to his bookshelf, sliding the books into their new proper places.] I've been meaning to reorganize my desk anyway. If you like, we can move it back tonight.

[Once the books are back in place, Fugo pauses and allows his fingers to nervously tap, tap, tap out a rhythm on the shelf. The act of putting things back in order has helped him calm down, but he's still feeling more than a little nervy.]

Do you think... [He trails off, not sure how to broach his thoughts.] It reminds me, a little, of when I brought you pudding.

[Except Gold Experience hasn't been satisfied with just one cup. Over time, it's piled up quite a bit.]