[Bruno smiles. As always, it's understated if one is just looking at the shape of his mouth, barely more than a slight curve of lips, but it shines brilliantly in his eyes.]
[It's always so nice when Bruno smiles. It happens so rarely, but it feels warm all the same, like sitting in a patch of sun long enough to start drowsing. Giorno curls up close again, pulling Bruno's arm tighter around him.]
Even if I were to say no, I don't believe you're going to give me much choice in the matter.
[He's teasing, of course, as he lets Giorno settle back in, but there is some truth to that. When it comes to demonstrating his affection, Giorno doesn't believe in half-measures.]
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. . . It doesn't seem like a choice. Not that I don't believe you, I just . . .
[He taps his own chest with a knuckle.]
This is where you belong.
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And that's where I'll always be.
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[It's always so nice when Bruno smiles. It happens so rarely, but it feels warm all the same, like sitting in a patch of sun long enough to start drowsing. Giorno curls up close again, pulling Bruno's arm tighter around him.]
So you have to let me spoil you.
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[He's teasing, of course, as he lets Giorno settle back in, but there is some truth to that. When it comes to demonstrating his affection, Giorno doesn't believe in half-measures.]