[--Is how he starts, anyways, heated. A brief writhe against the implication. Connection. Vulnerability. There is so much shit, is what he is thinking. There is so much, not just here, around them, but in him. Narrow years. Not a great deal to go on.
His fingers are shaking a little when he pushes the heel of his hand against his eye again. The pressure is as real as the stiffness in his fingers. This is all really happening. So yeah: to the question, all of what Giorno's got to say answers it, and then some. Sirius' grin flickers quickly over his face, there and gone again.]
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[--Is how he starts, anyways, heated. A brief writhe against the implication. Connection. Vulnerability. There is so much shit, is what he is thinking. There is so much, not just here, around them, but in him. Narrow years. Not a great deal to go on.
His fingers are shaking a little when he pushes the heel of his hand against his eye again. The pressure is as real as the stiffness in his fingers. This is all really happening. So yeah: to the question, all of what Giorno's got to say answers it, and then some. Sirius' grin flickers quickly over his face, there and gone again.]
Did you write the travel brochure for this place?
[Look at him. Making jokes.]