[Venezia... It's almost jarring to hear, just because it's been so long. He doesn't even know what to say, but it's just as well, because he's almost taken aback by his apology.]
Wh-what are you apologizing for? [If anything, he was the one that should be apologizing, except that if he did, he'd have to explain why and that would involve having to bring up a whole bunch of things he really wasn't too proud of. ...especially if the last thing Giorno remembered was their time in Venice.] It's not your fault. They're the ones that brought us here, so they're the ones to blame.
[That wasn't to say that he didn't want Giorno to remember, of course, because he did, but there was no point in feeling guilty over something he didn't actually do. And really, even if Giorno didn't know what he was talking about, it... wasn't really that bad. It didn't matter, because he was still there, and somehow, even in a place as far away from home as this, Fugo felt less alone than he'd felt in a long time.
He bites his lip.]
...even if you don't remember, you're the boss now, and I swore an oath. Your dream is my dream. I'll do whatever you need.
[The words are sincere, maybe more than one would expect for this kind of situation. It wasn't just because he was the person he worked for, after all. He didn't have to be the boss here, and he didn't even need to remember that he was—he just had to be himself, and Fugo would be loyal to him.]
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Wh-what are you apologizing for? [If anything, he was the one that should be apologizing, except that if he did, he'd have to explain why and that would involve having to bring up a whole bunch of things he really wasn't too proud of. ...especially if the last thing Giorno remembered was their time in Venice.] It's not your fault. They're the ones that brought us here, so they're the ones to blame.
[That wasn't to say that he didn't want Giorno to remember, of course, because he did, but there was no point in feeling guilty over something he didn't actually do. And really, even if Giorno didn't know what he was talking about, it... wasn't really that bad. It didn't matter, because he was still there, and somehow, even in a place as far away from home as this, Fugo felt less alone than he'd felt in a long time.
He bites his lip.]
...even if you don't remember, you're the boss now, and I swore an oath. Your dream is my dream. I'll do whatever you need.
[The words are sincere, maybe more than one would expect for this kind of situation. It wasn't just because he was the person he worked for, after all. He didn't have to be the boss here, and he didn't even need to remember that he was—he just had to be himself, and Fugo would be loyal to him.]