[Casual touch is another one of those things Fugo gave up so long ago that, when others started to offer it to him, he just didn't know what to do with it. He still doesn't, sometimes. This moment is nothing more and nothing less than a reflection of all the ways Giorno makes an effort to reach him: by leaning on his shoulder, drawing him into his arms, and reaching halfway to hold his hand.]
Let's go together, then. [Fugo carefully squeezes Basil's hand, then moves toward the door.] I'll stay with you.
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Let's go together, then. [Fugo carefully squeezes Basil's hand, then moves toward the door.] I'll stay with you.