Don't ask me if it's embarrassing, because of course it is. I woke up that morning and he was just waiting here, with this absolutely insufferable look on his face.

[And every morning after that, when they meet up, Giorno just-- he smiles. Like he can't really believe that it's still up there, that Fugo's continued to play along with his silly game for this long. Like he can't believe that Fugo wants to kiss him every morning before he does anything else.]

But it makes him happy. And if I can accomplish that with something as simple as-- [Mmppphhhh, no, he's not going to say it. There is only so much honesty he has in him about this very touchy subject.] I don't mind being embarrassed.