[Bruno says he'll be there, and Giorno trusts him on his word, as always. So he's set up by the time he gets there - a simple but more than ample spread of breakfast pastries and fruit and coffee, leaning a little heavily on sweet things, but he's aware this isn't going to be pleasant and is trying to buffer for it. Everything's laid out on a blanket a little too close to the water, because the proximity reminds him of how the beach is a safe space, how everything will be okay in the end - how people with a deep bond can't be ripped asunder by a few mistakes. So he hopes, anyway.]

[When he sees Bruno, he smiles, and he does look very tired, but all signs of injury from last night's fight are gone like they never were.]

I was. It's very complicated and a little stupid, but I'll tell you what happened, and I'm certainly not going to avoid you anymore.

[He pats the blanket.]

Sit?

[For Bruno, not an order - not because he defers to him, in this case, but because he would rather err on the side of too much respect than too little, when he's made so many mistakes recently.]

[And because he loves him. That, too, of course.]