[Bruno watches Giorno as he moves back around the table to sit and sip at his drink. While Giorno takes that slow sip, he pulls the chair in front of him out, turning it slightly away from the table before he sits. It gives him more room to cross one ankle over a knee, but also so he can watch the street outside. He's not searching like he was before. Giorno wouldn't be sitting here if there was anyone else to find. But that doesn't mean he's not going to keep an eye on things outside, that he trusts anything that isn't their territory. He rests an arm on the table and watches Giorno out of the corner of his eye.]
[As Giorno expects, Bruno can handle the bluntness. He prefers it, in fact. There's no point in using euphemisms or pretending like things didn't happen as they had.]
No, we're not, [he agrees, voice a little distant.]
[He doesn't know what the implications for any of this are. As much as he'd like to rest easy, to simply be happy for the life that's been returned to him, he can't. He worries, quietly and privately, about where it comes from, how long it will last, and what will happen when it's over. He cants his head a little, considering Giorno for a moment at the edge of his vision.]
[He'll be fine, he thinks, no matter what happens from this point forward. Giorno doesn't need Bruno anymore. He never really did, not in the same way the other boys did, but especially now. It's not a horrible feeling. Unfamiliar, but not horrible. Bruno can live with it and get used to it. Provided he has the chance to get used to it.]
[He pulls all of his attention back outside the window.]
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[As Giorno expects, Bruno can handle the bluntness. He prefers it, in fact. There's no point in using euphemisms or pretending like things didn't happen as they had.]
No, we're not, [he agrees, voice a little distant.]
[He doesn't know what the implications for any of this are. As much as he'd like to rest easy, to simply be happy for the life that's been returned to him, he can't. He worries, quietly and privately, about where it comes from, how long it will last, and what will happen when it's over. He cants his head a little, considering Giorno for a moment at the edge of his vision.]
[He'll be fine, he thinks, no matter what happens from this point forward. Giorno doesn't need Bruno anymore. He never really did, not in the same way the other boys did, but especially now. It's not a horrible feeling. Unfamiliar, but not horrible. Bruno can live with it and get used to it. Provided he has the chance to get used to it.]
[He pulls all of his attention back outside the window.]
You've met more living than dead, I hope.