[The truth is, he's not altogether surprised when that's the response he gets back. It's not the first time a texting exchange of theirs has abruptly come to a jarring halt at the revelation of some new and vital information. It probably won't be the last.
The question is, what's waiting on the other side of this? Anger? Sadness? Frustration? Betrayal? Desperation?
He could never take sides between Giorno and Polnareff. There are some things he just can't possibly take sides on — this isn't the first of them he's faced here in this city, either.
That's what happens when you love everyone involved.
What a difference it is from the way he'd felt in those early days of knowing Giorno, when he'd felt empty and alone and disconnected no matter what he did, no matter what motions he'd gone through to try to pretend like he was normal.
How fortunate he is, to be faced with a problem like this — the kind of problem with its foundations in connection and affection, that he never had to worry about in the first place before.]
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The question is, what's waiting on the other side of this? Anger? Sadness? Frustration? Betrayal? Desperation?
He could never take sides between Giorno and Polnareff. There are some things he just can't possibly take sides on — this isn't the first of them he's faced here in this city, either.
That's what happens when you love everyone involved.
What a difference it is from the way he'd felt in those early days of knowing Giorno, when he'd felt empty and alone and disconnected no matter what he did, no matter what motions he'd gone through to try to pretend like he was normal.
How fortunate he is, to be faced with a problem like this — the kind of problem with its foundations in connection and affection, that he never had to worry about in the first place before.]
i'll come to you
your room??