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[ the reaction is cause for some concern, but he has a feeling he knows the cause for it. The less said about that new and disgusting facet of their lives, the better. He won't make Fugo relive it. There's a vast difference between killing some piece of shit for their job and killing one with the intention of eating them. Bruno feels like it almost puts him on the same level as those men they met in Rome - Cioccolata and Secco - and is grimly grateful that Fugo can't make the same association. ]

Then I'll bring you something. [ he tilts his head. ] Sit back down. I know you've been running all over.

[ tidying up Giorno's affairs, no doubt. Bruno would be proud of him for being so dutiful if it weren't for the circumstances. ]