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[digiorno]

See, now you're trying to trick me into actually admitting it was me. But I won't. Because I know you're very grateful and this is a fun game, so you can't make me.

[Take that.]

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[He chuckles quietly.]

You saw right through me. [And yet, it is not enough to save Giorno from getting an arm around his shoulders.] When did you get so clever?

[digiorno]

[Oh, well. This is practically a hug. He wriggles further into it, grinning in delight.]

I've always been clever. You know that.

[risorto]

[Maybe admit it was you, Giorno, and you'll get a real, full-blown hug . . . ]

[Nah, when Giorno wriggles in further, Bruno loops his other arm around loosely and moves this from a mild embrace to a certified hug.]

No, I hadn't noticed at all.

[digiorno]

[He's so torn. On the one hand, this hug is great. On the other hand . . . he's being dissed right now??]

[So he settles for snuggling, but also pouting.]

Yes you had.

[risorto]

And here I thought you liked it when I didn't directly say what I mean when I'm talking about you.

[Technically, Giorno should not be allowed to have it both ways, and yet he finds a way.]

[digiorno]

I like lots of things. I'm complicated.

[He wrinkles his nose a little.]

You did like it, right? What we did. I should have practiced more, I think, but it sounded pretty good. Fugo didn't let me get lost on the tempo.

[risorto]

[Bruno has a hard time not laughing at I'm complicated because that is such a painfully teenager-y thing to say. But he purses his lips and the moment passes, and all is well.]

Of course I liked it. You played from the heart, and that's what matters more than anything else.

[Which is not a lie. Giorno seemed to have fun with it, and so did Fugo. So even if it wasn't a technical masterpiece, the fact that they enjoyed doing it together means more to Bruno than anything else because in the end, that's what they were really sharing with him.]

[digiorno]

Mm. Okay. Good. I'm glad.

[The corners of his mouth twitch, nearly-almost-kind-of a smile. He leans his head against Bruno's arm.]

It's okay, you know. You can laugh at me. I'd like it if you laughed on your birthday.

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[Bruno huffs a small, quiet laugh.]

I wouldn't laugh at you, Giorno, but I think I've had a lot of reasons to laugh and smile this year.