[The reassurance helps, at least a little, but it's probably his last words, the reminder that he's not really bound or obligated in any way, that reassures the most. It wasn't so much that Fugo didn't want anything to do with it (because whether he trusted Giorno or not certainly wasn't the question here—if it was him, then it was fine), it was more like he was just unprepared. A logical person (or, maybe, even a person more like himself) would probably never make an offer like this to someone he hardly knew—in other words, in a sense, it just didn't make sense to Fugo. It's hard to understand what Giorno's thinking at pretty much any given time, and that makes him... well, kind of unpredictable.
Maybe that's the problem here.
Either way, now that he's a little less startled by what he says, he nods.]
...I understand. [Here, he finally acknowledges the food, though it's probably more to mask the slight awkwardness he feels as he attempts to explain himself to his friend a little better.] I just didn't expect it, that's all. I'm not used to it, but I don't mind.
asdkfjh LMAO SHH... mistakes were made that night.
Maybe that's the problem here.
Either way, now that he's a little less startled by what he says, he nods.]
...I understand. [Here, he finally acknowledges the food, though it's probably more to mask the slight awkwardness he feels as he attempts to explain himself to his friend a little better.] I just didn't expect it, that's all. I'm not used to it, but I don't mind.