[...Yeah. He likes Giorno Giovanna, all right. And it's nothing to do with the star on his shoulder or the blood in his veins, and everything to do with his determination to live by the rules he's set for himself, even when it means taking a difficult path over an easy one.
You will not be alone again, he'd said. Good. He's pretty sure he could do a lot worse than the companionship of someone like this.
Speaking of which...]
All right, then.
[He notes that handshake, practiced and smooth — like he does it a lot, and he's never actually asked what it is that Giorno does in Italy but between these little references and nods to things like evil men, to a girl that acts as his right hand, to the way he squares his shoulders like he's daring the world to challenge him and the way he shakes hands like it's second nature, it's enough to at least posit the educated guess that it's far bigger than anyone might guess from looking at him, and unlike his own rich tapestry of history, it's probably something Giorno set out to pursue for himself.
Yeah. He likes that, too.
When his hand comes away, he returns it to his pocket out of habit, and lets Star Platinum disappear again, nodding once at Giorno before turning his footsteps in the direction of the place he still can't quite think of as home, save for the fact that there's one person there who makes it feel like it might be someday.]
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You will not be alone again, he'd said. Good. He's pretty sure he could do a lot worse than the companionship of someone like this.
Speaking of which...]
All right, then.
[He notes that handshake, practiced and smooth — like he does it a lot, and he's never actually asked what it is that Giorno does in Italy but between these little references and nods to things like evil men, to a girl that acts as his right hand, to the way he squares his shoulders like he's daring the world to challenge him and the way he shakes hands like it's second nature, it's enough to at least posit the educated guess that it's far bigger than anyone might guess from looking at him, and unlike his own rich tapestry of history, it's probably something Giorno set out to pursue for himself.
Yeah. He likes that, too.
When his hand comes away, he returns it to his pocket out of habit, and lets Star Platinum disappear again, nodding once at Giorno before turning his footsteps in the direction of the place he still can't quite think of as home, save for the fact that there's one person there who makes it feel like it might be someday.]
Come on. I'll introduce you to my best friend.