Lo so. [Bruno is quiet a moment. It may even appear that is all he intends to say with how long the silence stretches. But he does end up speaking again.] Posso...cercare di non. Non posso promettere di più.
[Bruno pulls his hand away from Giorno's shoulder, letting his hands fold neatly in his lap as he sits back in his seat. Italian is easier now. It's familiar. It feels closer. So he stays with it for at least a little while longer.]
Ma ho bisogno di fidarsi di me. Ci si sente come se... [It's here that Bruno falters. In some ways, it feels like he is saying too much and also not enough. Words seem inadequate and it feels too great a thing to say right now, edging too close to something that Bruno cannot afford. But he's already on the edge of it, so he lets it fall out of himself in his usual quiet, reserved way.] Ci si sente come se ho perso il mio cuore, Giorno, ma...
[He looks to the side for a moment with just his eyes, blinks just once, and then looks ahead again. It's all he needs to tamp down on whatever was threatening to enter his expression and remain calm. Together. He turns his head a little to look at Giorno, his voice firm. He's not willing to compromise on this.]
Non adesso. Ho bisogno che tu fidi di me che ora non è il momento.
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[Bruno pulls his hand away from Giorno's shoulder, letting his hands fold neatly in his lap as he sits back in his seat. Italian is easier now. It's familiar. It feels closer. So he stays with it for at least a little while longer.]
Ma ho bisogno di fidarsi di me. Ci si sente come se... [It's here that Bruno falters. In some ways, it feels like he is saying too much and also not enough. Words seem inadequate and it feels too great a thing to say right now, edging too close to something that Bruno cannot afford. But he's already on the edge of it, so he lets it fall out of himself in his usual quiet, reserved way.] Ci si sente come se ho perso il mio cuore, Giorno, ma...
[He looks to the side for a moment with just his eyes, blinks just once, and then looks ahead again. It's all he needs to tamp down on whatever was threatening to enter his expression and remain calm. Together. He turns his head a little to look at Giorno, his voice firm. He's not willing to compromise on this.]
Non adesso. Ho bisogno che tu fidi di me che ora non è il momento.