[He wonders if he should push. He's already pushed so much in the past two days; maybe Bruno got sleep, but that doesn't mean he isn't tired, and it doesn't mean he isn't pushing things down that he shouldn't be. It is, in fact, shockingly clear to Giorno in the wake of his own overwhelming reaction to Abbacchio's arrival that they're the same in this way, that they push themselves down in order to make room for other people's feelings, that they disallow themselves certain things for the sake of those around them.]
[Giorno is trying to be better about this, one tiny step at a time. But who is going to push Bruno, who is a natural caregiver? Abbacchio, hopefully (thank God for Abbacchio, damn him, thank God for Abbacchio), but maybe him, too.]
[He sighs and looks out at the ocean. There are seagulls in the distance - maybe seagulls, probably seagulls. His voice is so soft it almost disappears beneath the sound of the waves.]
action;
[He wonders if he should push. He's already pushed so much in the past two days; maybe Bruno got sleep, but that doesn't mean he isn't tired, and it doesn't mean he isn't pushing things down that he shouldn't be. It is, in fact, shockingly clear to Giorno in the wake of his own overwhelming reaction to Abbacchio's arrival that they're the same in this way, that they push themselves down in order to make room for other people's feelings, that they disallow themselves certain things for the sake of those around them.]
[Giorno is trying to be better about this, one tiny step at a time. But who is going to push Bruno, who is a natural caregiver? Abbacchio, hopefully (thank God for Abbacchio, damn him, thank God for Abbacchio), but maybe him, too.]
[He sighs and looks out at the ocean. There are seagulls in the distance - maybe seagulls, probably seagulls. His voice is so soft it almost disappears beneath the sound of the waves.]
There's nothing wrong with being angry, Bruno.