He's cold and he's scared, after waking up only to die. Except he was able to sit up after, feel his heart not beat, feel his skin grow tepid. It's no wonder he seems so scattered, picking up the pieces where they fell. It's when Trish realizes she's witnessing him processing a sudden, drastic change after he had gotten so comfortable in his prior body. Like someone changing for the very first time.
In that sense, the comparison to Atem was unfair, because all of those were planned. But this...was very much not, and Giorno is a meticulous person. There's no way he imagined this happening, or he wouldn't seem so nakedly caught off-guard.
And now he's speaking quickly, as if his predicament is inconveniencing her, and she huffs, ruffling the swooshy tuft of fur on her forehead.]
I'm going to make a tally for every time you apologize to me without needing to.
[Because she wasn't asleep, and more importantly – wanting company after something so harrowing is not the least bit unreasonable.
Trish rests one paw over the other then, in a position that is familiar only to her, especially when she pillows her head on them.]
Come here.
[It's not...not a command, but she doesn't say it with any force or bite. If anything, it's the closest thing to an explicit invitation that Trish Una has given anyone. After all, it makes perfect sense to her. Giorno is cold, and can no longer generate his own body heat. She is twice her usual size and twice as warm besides, so it's only natural to share it. He also wants company, and the reassurance of someone else's presence made tangible can only help, right?
The way she's curled, she's like a mirror to the corner he's nestled in right now, only she is pink and soft and warm and the tangent where he's found himself is not.]
hug hax x 2
He's cold and he's scared, after waking up only to die. Except he was able to sit up after, feel his heart not beat, feel his skin grow tepid. It's no wonder he seems so scattered, picking up the pieces where they fell. It's when Trish realizes she's witnessing him processing a sudden, drastic change after he had gotten so comfortable in his prior body. Like someone changing for the very first time.
In that sense, the comparison to Atem was unfair, because all of those were planned. But this...was very much not, and Giorno is a meticulous person. There's no way he imagined this happening, or he wouldn't seem so nakedly caught off-guard.
And now he's speaking quickly, as if his predicament is inconveniencing her, and she huffs, ruffling the swooshy tuft of fur on her forehead.]
I'm going to make a tally for every time you apologize to me without needing to.
[Because she wasn't asleep, and more importantly – wanting company after something so harrowing is not the least bit unreasonable.
Trish rests one paw over the other then, in a position that is familiar only to her, especially when she pillows her head on them.]
Come here.
[It's not...not a command, but she doesn't say it with any force or bite. If anything, it's the closest thing to an explicit invitation that Trish Una has given anyone. After all, it makes perfect sense to her. Giorno is cold, and can no longer generate his own body heat. She is twice her usual size and twice as warm besides, so it's only natural to share it. He also wants company, and the reassurance of someone else's presence made tangible can only help, right?
The way she's curled, she's like a mirror to the corner he's nestled in right now, only she is pink and soft and warm and the tangent where he's found himself is not.]