[Giorno watches him. And in watching him, he learns a few things.]
[For one, he learns that he was right. Bruno was going to hide the truth, at least for a while, and that still doesn't sit well with Giorno. He was right, too, in believing that Abbacchio would not allow him to keep lying, and that being near Abbacchio, being with Abbacchio, would crack Bruno just a little bit, just enough, maybe, to make him . . .]
[Well. Suffice it to say that being a really hard-ass fairy godmother has its place in Passione, too.]
[He learns, too, that Bruno was also right. They were both right. In part, he is aware that he was thinking of himself - that it would be fundamentally more difficult to connect with Abbacchio in the future if he started by withholding details, and that, he believes, is true. But Bruno is right, too: this should be for Abbacchio and not for him.]
[Which makes it a strange constellation, really. How to trick a man who doesn't believe he deserves anything into believing he deserves this?]
[Giorno is not, precisely, impassive when he nods a third time. His brow is furrowed slightly. He's listening. But he isn't apologizing.]
You're right. He does.
He deserves his place in Passione and at your side. There is nothing I'd like more than to see . . .
[Which is when he has to swallow, his tongue suddenly thick; swallow and breathe and then continue:]
To see him together with us again. So.
Space is what you have from me now. As much as you'd like for as long as you'd like. That applies to both of you. I will be all right. But if there's anything else, you have that, too. I hope you understand.
[Understand that, despite every single appearance to the contrary, he would burn down heaven and earth for Leone Abbacchio, and then he'd do it all over again.]
action;
[For one, he learns that he was right. Bruno was going to hide the truth, at least for a while, and that still doesn't sit well with Giorno. He was right, too, in believing that Abbacchio would not allow him to keep lying, and that being near Abbacchio, being with Abbacchio, would crack Bruno just a little bit, just enough, maybe, to make him . . .]
[Well. Suffice it to say that being a really hard-ass fairy godmother has its place in Passione, too.]
[He learns, too, that Bruno was also right. They were both right. In part, he is aware that he was thinking of himself - that it would be fundamentally more difficult to connect with Abbacchio in the future if he started by withholding details, and that, he believes, is true. But Bruno is right, too: this should be for Abbacchio and not for him.]
[Which makes it a strange constellation, really. How to trick a man who doesn't believe he deserves anything into believing he deserves this?]
[Giorno is not, precisely, impassive when he nods a third time. His brow is furrowed slightly. He's listening. But he isn't apologizing.]
You're right. He does.
He deserves his place in Passione and at your side. There is nothing I'd like more than to see . . .
[Which is when he has to swallow, his tongue suddenly thick; swallow and breathe and then continue:]
To see him together with us again. So.
Space is what you have from me now. As much as you'd like for as long as you'd like. That applies to both of you. I will be all right. But if there's anything else, you have that, too. I hope you understand.
[Understand that, despite every single appearance to the contrary, he would burn down heaven and earth for Leone Abbacchio, and then he'd do it all over again.]