[That's all he says, at first. Oh. It doesn't make sense to him, not really. Giorno is a year and a half ahead. They're almost the same age now, then. What's happened in all that time? Their whole lives turned upside down in a bare week. Is that why Giorno sounds so distant about beating the Boss? He never really thought about what their lives would look like, once they won, after all. Narancia just knew he wanted to protect Trish. And once they did, once the Boss was dead....what happened then? Did they go home? Did they have to fight the others that wanted that throne? ...Are they still all together?
He has so many questions, and that's only the first six months of time. The year following that is even more mysterious, and there's still dodges in Giorno's answers. He can feel the gaps in what's said and what's left silent, and it scares him a little. In the gang, sometimes you didn't want the answers. You kept your mouth shut and looked the other way if the people you trusted wanted you to, and he does trust Giorno. But he also fears the unsaid things becoming a gap between them, a chasm that becomes too wide to cross.
He watches Giorno walk, hands behind his back and he feels like he's lingering on a shore again, trying to decide whether or not to chase after a boat that's saling away, and then he just -- he takes the dive, dashing ahead to grasp at Giorno's arm.]
Giorno.
...Something happened, right? In Italy. You don't want to talk about it. It's okay that you don't. I don't need to know if you think it's better that I don't. But...
[It's a little hard, talking like this to Giorno, who felt almost larger than life. Someone who never faltered, but of course he did, right? He just never had time to get to know him that way.]
But you can, if you want to. You don't need to protect me from it, if it hurts you more.
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[That's all he says, at first. Oh. It doesn't make sense to him, not really. Giorno is a year and a half ahead. They're almost the same age now, then. What's happened in all that time? Their whole lives turned upside down in a bare week. Is that why Giorno sounds so distant about beating the Boss? He never really thought about what their lives would look like, once they won, after all. Narancia just knew he wanted to protect Trish. And once they did, once the Boss was dead....what happened then? Did they go home? Did they have to fight the others that wanted that throne? ...Are they still all together?
He has so many questions, and that's only the first six months of time. The year following that is even more mysterious, and there's still dodges in Giorno's answers. He can feel the gaps in what's said and what's left silent, and it scares him a little. In the gang, sometimes you didn't want the answers. You kept your mouth shut and looked the other way if the people you trusted wanted you to, and he does trust Giorno. But he also fears the unsaid things becoming a gap between them, a chasm that becomes too wide to cross.
He watches Giorno walk, hands behind his back and he feels like he's lingering on a shore again, trying to decide whether or not to chase after a boat that's saling away, and then he just -- he takes the dive, dashing ahead to grasp at Giorno's arm.]
Giorno.
...Something happened, right? In Italy. You don't want to talk about it. It's okay that you don't. I don't need to know if you think it's better that I don't. But...
[It's a little hard, talking like this to Giorno, who felt almost larger than life. Someone who never faltered, but of course he did, right? He just never had time to get to know him that way.]
But you can, if you want to. You don't need to protect me from it, if it hurts you more.