[As things are now, his fingers are the same temperature as the liquid in his cup. He takes another sip and watches Bruno, the way he sits, the way he watches. Bruno is always watching, because there are always people depending on him, and so he can never let his guard down. Even now, knowing what he knows about Giorno, he watches.]

[It's as comforting as pulling on an old, worn sweater. Giorno doesn't need Bruno, it's true. He will survive, on his own or in company, because he has the strength to, because he refuses to allow anyone or anything to bring him down for good. But he doesn't want to be on his own. There's been enough of that, enough loss and loneliness. Just surviving isn't enough anymore.]

[He is much happier here, all of a sudden, now that he knows Bruno is here with him.]

So far, yes. Although I'm sure there are people I've met who didn't want to share on first acquaintance that they'd died. It's a little personal.

[And then there are the people, like Kakyoin, who use their death as a weapon. It didn't bother him. It's just an interesting fact to note.]

[He shifts unconsciously, leaning forward to study Bruno's face as he watches out the window. It's been months for him, and they never did have many pictures, for safety reasons. There were days when he worried he was forgetting - or at least forgetting how Bruno looked in life, before the first fight with King Crimson.]

[He will remember, now.]

I haven't found anyone else from home. Just you. And you'd have told me by now if you had, wouldn't you?