[He doesn't say it out loud because he's noticed that word choice. Polnareff says like and liked. But the same principle behind the saying that drifts into Bruno's mind applies: Amore e tosse non si nascondono. Love and a cough cannot be hidden.]

[There's certainly no hiding it now, is there? Not with Polnareff looking at him like that and his voice sounding the way it does right now. He's grateful to be sitting down because that kind of look's enough to make the core of him feel just warm enough to inspire a weakness in his legs. Bruno hums softly in acknowledgement and he misses Polnareff's mouth at his throat already.]

But probably not before other people knew. [He says other people, but he really means Giorno. Giorno had been sniffing around about Bruno's time spent with Polnareff well before Polnareff ever gave him those barrettes. Bruno looks aside for a moment before looking at Polnareff again.] Can this just be ours until the end of the day? I don't care if they know or if you tell them — or what you tell them for that matter.

[Bruno plays with his own fingers behind Polnareff's neck for a second or two. It's as close to a fidget as Bruno will likely ever get to.]

I just want this to be ours for one day.