[There are things he does want to tell Bruno about both of the men he met, important things that need to be communicated about the nature of their tenuous alliance and why it was so difficult to come to a peace in the first place. How even the most minute of mistakes could shatter that, or at least that is what Giorno believes - the slightest step on his part from innocence into culpability could change everything.]
[He cannot tell Bruno these things without telling him everything. And he doesn't want to tell him everything - but if it's a matter of their safety, Bruno's safety, or secrecy, there really isn't a choice, is there?]
[He takes another, steadying sip and nods, turning his head to look out the window, as if he's looking for something, when really he just needs somewhere to look that isn't Bruno.]
They would be very useful. They're both powerful - Kujo especially - and competent users. Not as experienced as you, but close. And . . . I believe they work well together. They are definitely known to each other.
[An understatement. The one he killed himself was my best friend. Your dad punched a hole through him. Giorno smiles into his cup, because that is the only steadying response he has available to him at the moment, and glances back at Bruno, his expression placid and calm as usual.]
Earning their trust may be more difficult than usual. They have learned to distrust . . . [He tips his head slightly to one side. Charisma? No.] Men who lead effortlessly. Men like me.
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[He cannot tell Bruno these things without telling him everything. And he doesn't want to tell him everything - but if it's a matter of their safety, Bruno's safety, or secrecy, there really isn't a choice, is there?]
[He takes another, steadying sip and nods, turning his head to look out the window, as if he's looking for something, when really he just needs somewhere to look that isn't Bruno.]
They would be very useful. They're both powerful - Kujo especially - and competent users. Not as experienced as you, but close. And . . . I believe they work well together. They are definitely known to each other.
[An understatement. The one he killed himself was my best friend. Your dad punched a hole through him. Giorno smiles into his cup, because that is the only steadying response he has available to him at the moment, and glances back at Bruno, his expression placid and calm as usual.]
Earning their trust may be more difficult than usual. They have learned to distrust . . . [He tips his head slightly to one side. Charisma? No.] Men who lead effortlessly. Men like me.