Haruno. [Fugo repeats the name after Giorno says it, sounding it out and trying the shape of it in his mouth. It is and isn't Giorno's name anymore, Haruno is who Giorno was not who he is. But Giorno is still Haruno, in the way that he's still Panni. With time, it becomes easier to bury these past selves; to cover them with the dirt and detritus collected from the act of just being alive. But they're not really dead and never quite gone. Sometimes they come out of their graves.

Something about the way Giorno describes himself sticks with him. An invader, hiding in plain sight. Giorno doesn't leave him much time to think about it, so he tucks the thought away for another day because now he has to deal with the problem of Giorno saying nice things to him. When they're this close and both of his hands are occupied, there's no way to hide the way his face is heating up or his crooked little smile when he looks down to meet Giorno's eyes. His recourse is to turn his face away and that's not an option he's willing to take right now. Any other day he might kick up a fuss at the sudden compliment or pull away out of embarassment, but today-- well, he'll just let it slide.]

You're terribly clever all the time, Giogio. It's sort of a problem for me, since I want to keep up with you. Is there anything you can't figure out? [Italian. Taking over Napoli's most powerful crime family and transforming it in half a year to the most powerful crime family in all of Italy. There's humor in Fugo's eyes, fondness sketched in the corners of his mouth.] ... I think I understand a little better the things you must have been thinking about back then.

[His understanding isn't complete. Not yet. But he's one very important step closer.]