[There's such a thing as answering too quickly, but this isn't that. Polnareff says it firmly, and adds:]
I'm . . . afraid for you. I'm upset this happened to you, that I wasn't around for any of it. But I could never be afraid of you, Giorno, no matter what. You're still you.
[He won't say he isn't put off by the other man's appearance, because he is. Seeing extra eyes where there ought to be none, the extra arms, just as slender and well-formed as the rest of Giorno-- it's disturbing. It makes his stomach roll.
--but he sees that perfect posture. He notices the way they're carefully not touching. And he knows what that means, because he's gotten to know Giorno pretty damn well. And he can tell that this is still his Giorno-- because if he's hurting because he can't protect people, then he's still him.]
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[There's such a thing as answering too quickly, but this isn't that. Polnareff says it firmly, and adds:]
I'm . . . afraid for you. I'm upset this happened to you, that I wasn't around for any of it. But I could never be afraid of you, Giorno, no matter what. You're still you.
[He won't say he isn't put off by the other man's appearance, because he is. Seeing extra eyes where there ought to be none, the extra arms, just as slender and well-formed as the rest of Giorno-- it's disturbing. It makes his stomach roll.
--but he sees that perfect posture. He notices the way they're carefully not touching. And he knows what that means, because he's gotten to know Giorno pretty damn well. And he can tell that this is still his Giorno-- because if he's hurting because he can't protect people, then he's still him.]