[He would have consented anyway if Giorno had waited long enough for him to. It's not that Bruno doesn't trust his senses or his mind. He's certain of what's real without question. But having a second opinion, having someone else confirm what he knows is something he's wanted since he noticed how very alive he is. And yet he wouldn't trust this to anyone else who wasn't part of their gang, their family. Who would believe him anyway? Even with as strange as this city is, it seems like a lot to ask for belief.]

[His eyes are drawn immediately to Giorno's hand on his wrist, the fingers pressed against his pulse. Part of him wants to pull away once Giorno has confirmation. Bruno's not exactly tactile defensive, but he doesn't go looking for touch for his own sake. So, he certainly thinks he should pull away. But he doesn't. He lets Giorno hold onto his wrist, feel his pulse for as long as he wants. Bruno doesn't pretend, however, that it's for Giorno's sake. He hasn't been able to feel the touch of another person for what feels far too long. It's grounding, feeling someone else touch him.]

I didn't think it was. [Giorno knew it wouldn't work. No matter how much life he tried to infuse in Bruno's body, he couldn't return Bruno to life. He wouldn't have wasted time with something like that.] I don't know how it's possible. Even if our spirits hadn't been swapped around, my body was deteriorating rapidly. I didn't have much longer.