[Abbacchio by contrast is nothing but visibly restrained emotion already. He leans against the railing and then away from it a second later, folding his arms across his chest and frowning. That Bruno gives him nothing but a word, and not even a useful one, only cements further for him that this conversation is very, very necessary. He doesn't even get a denial?

Alright. He holds up a hand.]

Giorno bullshits me, Buccellati, not you. Do me the favor of not starting now.

[This is about Bruno, but specifically not about being delicate and backing off when it's implied that should be done.]

Meaning nobody gains anything from you acting like all this is normal. So.

[Soooo.]