[It would just be strange, mostly. Giorno isn't foolish enough to believe for a moment that what his father had could be called honor, but there are different ways to be a savior and not all of them are good. Savior, after all, only means removing someone from a bad situation, not necessarily placing them in a better one. Removing the gang from Diavolo's influence did not, for example, mean that they necessarily would stay alive.]

[Which just goes to show that he is more preoccupied with his own qualities as a leader than with Dio's at the moment, focused on the nagging absence at his side where Bruno should be, an absence that will be with him for a little while, weeks if not months, trying to content himself with that, be patient, be patient. He channels his need for perfection and control into this, and his need to love something, too: he takes the pudding carefully from Star and holds it against himself with one arm while, with the other, he produces a handkerchief from some nearly-invisible pocket and leans back in to wipe at Star's mouth.]

I'm not wearing your hat. Anyway, what's this "getting away with"? You offered that I could get up here.

[He looks at Jotaro thoughtfully then, his attention momentarily drawn away from his Stand.]

. . . You look a lot younger with it off.