[Oh. And now he's--warm and embarrassed, pink tinging his cheeks as he reaches to tug at the front of Fugo's sweater. He doesn't understand how something so simple makes him feel so dizzy.]
I didn't, um. I can stop doing that. I just . . .
[Fugo's eyes are closed, and he's smiling, and he's beautiful and perfect and--Giorno forgets what he's going to say entirely.]
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I didn't, um. I can stop doing that. I just . . .
[Fugo's eyes are closed, and he's smiling, and he's beautiful and perfect and--Giorno forgets what he's going to say entirely.]