[Fugo doesn't even think about it. The more they'd talked about this place, the less hungry he'd gotten anyway, but Giorno's question is enough to forget about even that, too. He blinks.]
A-are you sure?
[Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that Giorno would suggest such a thing, but it surprises him all the same. Giorno couldn't have remembered knowing him for very long, and yet...
He has to remind himself that Giorno has no reason to distrust him. He has to remind himself that, even if he did, he probably wouldn't distrust him anyway, because he would never see him as the traitor Fugo was sure everyone else did. It was just like him, anyway, he supposed. This was the same person, after all, who, even as the head of an extremely powerful gang, still insisted on being called something as informal and unprofessional as GioGio.
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A-are you sure?
[Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that Giorno would suggest such a thing, but it surprises him all the same. Giorno couldn't have remembered knowing him for very long, and yet...
He has to remind himself that Giorno has no reason to distrust him. He has to remind himself that, even if he did, he probably wouldn't distrust him anyway, because he would never see him as the traitor Fugo was sure everyone else did. It was just like him, anyway, he supposed. This was the same person, after all, who, even as the head of an extremely powerful gang, still insisted on being called something as informal and unprofessional as GioGio.
He takes a breath.]
I mean... If that's alright with you.