[Trish may have replied something along the lines of "It's okay to refuse me outright, you know."
But Fugo never answers, not for days.
She sees him in person, of course, several times. Still, she can't tell what he's thinking, and trying to glean his thoughts from his expressions, before he's spoken them aloud as promised is...she knows she's impatient. So she stops herself, and pretends like the conversation never happened. He may not speak on it again, and she knows that's another fair choice too. After all, they shouldn't feel obligated to do anything she asks. Their relationship isn't like that anymore, nor should it be.
She wonders why he didn't just say no. And then Fugo answers that question himself, and tells her something she's never heard before. Narancia must have said that when she was unconscious, her hand neatly reattached to her wrist with one of Bruno's zippers. Narancia...never quite understood her fully, but he tried, and she liked him all the more for it. He was considerate of her feelings in the same way Bruno was, even if neither of them were completely successful. He was kind.]
I think it was less that he viewed me as one of you, and more that he saw no difference between us on a basic, human level. This is the first time I've heard these words of his, but it makes a lot of sense with what I know of him. There were things I would never "get", but that didn't matter. He wanted to keep me safe.
You probably know this too, but it bears repeating. I also wanted to be his friend.
So if you're willing, if it truly doesn't bother you, I'd like to learn. I'd like to dance with him one day. Nothing would make me happier.
[Sheer honesty on display, and it admittedly makes her feel itchy, and her throat is a little dry, but what's the harm, ultimately?
What's the harm of reaching out to him this way? Giorno orchestrated this, in some ways, and she wonders what his intent was. Did he want her to learn of all of this from Fugo himself? Not just the dance, but how Narancia felt too?]
<Zigazigah> HEY IM EMO?
But Fugo never answers, not for days.
She sees him in person, of course, several times. Still, she can't tell what he's thinking, and trying to glean his thoughts from his expressions, before he's spoken them aloud as promised is...she knows she's impatient. So she stops herself, and pretends like the conversation never happened. He may not speak on it again, and she knows that's another fair choice too. After all, they shouldn't feel obligated to do anything she asks. Their relationship isn't like that anymore, nor should it be.
She wonders why he didn't just say no. And then Fugo answers that question himself, and tells her something she's never heard before. Narancia must have said that when she was unconscious, her hand neatly reattached to her wrist with one of Bruno's zippers. Narancia...never quite understood her fully, but he tried, and she liked him all the more for it. He was considerate of her feelings in the same way Bruno was, even if neither of them were completely successful. He was kind.]
I think it was less that he viewed me as one of you, and more that he saw no difference between us on a basic, human level. This is the first time I've heard these words of his, but it makes a lot of sense with what I know of him. There were things I would never "get", but that didn't matter. He wanted to keep me safe.
You probably know this too, but it bears repeating. I also wanted to be his friend.
So if you're willing, if it truly doesn't bother you, I'd like to learn. I'd like to dance with him one day. Nothing would make me happier.
[Sheer honesty on display, and it admittedly makes her feel itchy, and her throat is a little dry, but what's the harm, ultimately?
What's the harm of reaching out to him this way? Giorno orchestrated this, in some ways, and she wonders what his intent was. Did he want her to learn of all of this from Fugo himself? Not just the dance, but how Narancia felt too?]