[DON'T LEAVE THIS DECISION UP TO HIM... He glances at the weird machine as he awkwardly tries to figure this out. He wasn't sure what the best way to go about this was... Just "Giorno" almost felt strange, but he didn't want to push him, either.]
GioGio... That's what you told me to call you, before. Is that alright?
[It had felt weird when he told him that before—it was just so familiar. It was strange to use a name like that for someone he'd only really known for a few days. It still definitely felt that way, but at the same time, it also felt sort of right. Maybe it was more for himself, than anything—because Giorno, or GioGio, rather, was the person he owed his life to. In a way, it was strange to call Giorno his friend because they hadn't known each other that long, but at the same time, he was just— so much more than that, too. So it felt right.]
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GioGio... That's what you told me to call you, before. Is that alright?
[It had felt weird when he told him that before—it was just so familiar. It was strange to use a name like that for someone he'd only really known for a few days. It still definitely felt that way, but at the same time, it also felt sort of right. Maybe it was more for himself, than anything—because Giorno, or GioGio, rather, was the person he owed his life to. In a way, it was strange to call Giorno his friend because they hadn't known each other that long, but at the same time, he was just— so much more than that, too. So it felt right.]