[Bruno shakes his head a little, though it's hard to say what that means when that's all there is. After all, he could agreeing that he's not going to insist he's still awake. He could also be confirming that he refuses to give in. Or he could just be nuzzling Polnareff. Really, it's the second possibility with the bonus of the third.]
Pensando a te. E bambini. Si potrebbe essere un buon padre.
[He already is, of course. To Giorno especially. But it's different taking in someone Giorno's age compared to raising someone from their earliest memories on. Polnareff would be good at it though. He's good at most things, Bruno thinks, but he'd be really good at that. Any child of his would become his whole world, be at the forefront of his mind and heart always. He'd be a bigger pushover than Bruno in the end no matter how much he accuses Bruno of being a softie deep down. The harder moments wouldn't seem quite as hard with Polnareff there, too. He'd put smiles back on everyone's faces, one way or another.]
[Most of all, he'd make wherever they were warm and loving. He'd make it a home.]
Abbiamo potuto visitare Mamma durante le estati. Mamma vorrebbe te.
[France was a lot closer to Milano than Napoli after all, but really, he'd want his mother to meet Polnareff. She'd probably tolerate his sense of humor better than his father ever would have, but more importantly, she wasn't the typical Italian mother who was overprotective of her son. If anything, she'd probably be relieved that Bruno found someone who loved him as much as Polnareff does, that Bruno could be selfish enough to take happiness for himself.]
Almeno fino a quando hai iniziato a parlare di cibo. Poi si sarebbe rinnegare voi. [Another pause, but this time with a wider smile.] E mi probabilmente per amarti, ma lei avrebbe tenuto il bambino.
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Pensando a te. E bambini. Si potrebbe essere un buon padre.
[He already is, of course. To Giorno especially. But it's different taking in someone Giorno's age compared to raising someone from their earliest memories on. Polnareff would be good at it though. He's good at most things, Bruno thinks, but he'd be really good at that. Any child of his would become his whole world, be at the forefront of his mind and heart always. He'd be a bigger pushover than Bruno in the end no matter how much he accuses Bruno of being a softie deep down. The harder moments wouldn't seem quite as hard with Polnareff there, too. He'd put smiles back on everyone's faces, one way or another.]
[Most of all, he'd make wherever they were warm and loving. He'd make it a home.]
Abbiamo potuto visitare Mamma durante le estati. Mamma vorrebbe te.
[France was a lot closer to Milano than Napoli after all, but really, he'd want his mother to meet Polnareff. She'd probably tolerate his sense of humor better than his father ever would have, but more importantly, she wasn't the typical Italian mother who was overprotective of her son. If anything, she'd probably be relieved that Bruno found someone who loved him as much as Polnareff does, that Bruno could be selfish enough to take happiness for himself.]
Almeno fino a quando hai iniziato a parlare di cibo. Poi si sarebbe rinnegare voi. [Another pause, but this time with a wider smile.] E mi probabilmente per amarti, ma lei avrebbe tenuto il bambino.