[August was awful, and there are some perceptions that have been more or less cemented, and Trish should be more charitable not to mention them after consequences so fresh. Really, she should know better in general, because there's someone to be hurt behind Giorno's usual posturing.
Not that she believed her ribbing to be that harsh, and the way he tucks his chin is a very mild response, but the panic very much isn't, and Trish's ears pin to her head as she reels it back at the sudden exclamation.
And then Giorno somehow seems smaller than he was even as a bat, his voice equally so, but she can hear him as if he's whispering directly into her ear.
Her eyes go wide.
He hadn't mentioned it, so she assumed maybe...he was already dead when he woke up. Being awake to experience it, however, is surely frightening, and she wants to comfort him, but once again she doesn't know how to help him. What can she even say?
So she crouches, and thinks, and then she's moving – moving to lie closer, curling around the corner he's sequestered himself in like she's shielding him from the world, a veil of pink in the dark.]
...Don't worry. I wasn't going to leave. I just didn't want to assume.
[Since her pride dictates that in his shoes, she would digest something like this alone.
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Not that she believed her ribbing to be that harsh, and the way he tucks his chin is a very mild response, but the panic very much isn't, and Trish's ears pin to her head as she reels it back at the sudden exclamation.
And then Giorno somehow seems smaller than he was even as a bat, his voice equally so, but she can hear him as if he's whispering directly into her ear.
Her eyes go wide.
He hadn't mentioned it, so she assumed maybe...he was already dead when he woke up. Being awake to experience it, however, is surely frightening, and she wants to comfort him, but once again she doesn't know how to help him. What can she even say?
So she crouches, and thinks, and then she's moving – moving to lie closer, curling around the corner he's sequestered himself in like she's shielding him from the world, a veil of pink in the dark.]
...Don't worry. I wasn't going to leave. I just didn't want to assume.
[Since her pride dictates that in his shoes, she would digest something like this alone.
But in this way, she and Giorno are different.]