[He's got a point, honestly. It is hard to look at him (and never harder than when he smiles, that one damn smile, it reminds him too strongly of the one he'd had to look at too often while he was suspended in time, aching to swing and punch it right off and wholly unable to do so), and talking about this is steadily becoming too much. That much was probably inevitable, no matter what method he tried toward keeping it in check, making it manageable.
It was still only days ago that it all even happened. Kakyoin's had months to begin to wind down, lonely though they were. Dio has been dead for years, by Giorno's reckoning. He hasn't even had the chance for the sound of the vampire's voice to fade from his memory, himself; sometimes he can still hear it, as strong and clear as if he were really standing there talking.
...But he doesn't want Giorno Giovanna to leave. For this to change, maybe, but not to end, and it's at least in part because — ]
...Ever had something you couldn't tell anyone? Not because you were ashamed, or you thought they wouldn't listen. Just because...you know there's no way you can say it, to make them understand it the way they'd have to, and watching them not understand it is just going to make it worse?
[ — because it was so quiet in Dio's world between time, and he doesn't want to be alone in his memories right now.]
no subject
[He's got a point, honestly. It is hard to look at him (and never harder than when he smiles, that one damn smile, it reminds him too strongly of the one he'd had to look at too often while he was suspended in time, aching to swing and punch it right off and wholly unable to do so), and talking about this is steadily becoming too much. That much was probably inevitable, no matter what method he tried toward keeping it in check, making it manageable.
It was still only days ago that it all even happened. Kakyoin's had months to begin to wind down, lonely though they were. Dio has been dead for years, by Giorno's reckoning. He hasn't even had the chance for the sound of the vampire's voice to fade from his memory, himself; sometimes he can still hear it, as strong and clear as if he were really standing there talking.
...But he doesn't want Giorno Giovanna to leave. For this to change, maybe, but not to end, and it's at least in part because — ]
...Ever had something you couldn't tell anyone? Not because you were ashamed, or you thought they wouldn't listen. Just because...you know there's no way you can say it, to make them understand it the way they'd have to, and watching them not understand it is just going to make it worse?
[ — because it was so quiet in Dio's world between time, and he doesn't want to be alone in his memories right now.]