The caution was't needed, after all, and as soon as Fugo made the gesture to hug him, Narancia threw his arms around his friend, holding him far too tightly, dangerously close to knocking him over.

"Because Trish needed us, and nobody was gonna help her if we didn't. I couldn't let her die or be lonely like that. Wouldn't want anybody to do it to me again."

Now he sobbed, recalling their first meeting, knowing that Fugo was as much his heart as Buccellati was, even if in a different way. Fugo was an asshole, Fugo was his best friend, Fugo was his tutor, Fugo was important.

"I shoulda made you come with us."