[The hand at Bruno's side curls slowly into a fist. It's not, however, out of anger or frustration. It just creates a small amount of tension in his arm, pressure from his fingertips on his palm. Sensation. He's not reaching for his pulse or letting himself be distracted by his breath. He just feels that momentary sensation before his hand relaxes once again.]
I am here.
[But it's always a question, always a concern. At night, if he was still awake, he'd hear his door creak open softly a couple of hours after he had gotten into bed. He'd never look to see who it was, Mista or Giorno, but he'd deepen his breaths to create just enough movement to be seen until the door clicked quietly shut again. If the moment were the same as the present but with Giorno instead, he'd already feel an almost childlike grip on his arm by now. Even Bruno sometimes needs reassurances every now and again that he's here.]
[But he is. He is.]
Trust me, I know the difference. Things aren't the same or what they used to be, [they can't be,] but I'm here.
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I am here.
[But it's always a question, always a concern. At night, if he was still awake, he'd hear his door creak open softly a couple of hours after he had gotten into bed. He'd never look to see who it was, Mista or Giorno, but he'd deepen his breaths to create just enough movement to be seen until the door clicked quietly shut again. If the moment were the same as the present but with Giorno instead, he'd already feel an almost childlike grip on his arm by now. Even Bruno sometimes needs reassurances every now and again that he's here.]
[But he is. He is.]
Trust me, I know the difference. Things aren't the same or what they used to be, [they can't be,] but I'm here.