[Trish makes a soft noise of surprise at the touch, but it's not unwelcome. Here, in this place, Atem's hand is warm, as opposed to the usual chill that comes from undeath, and her skin bas no barrier of fur to mute the sensation.

As fake as it may be, it's real and grounding just for the intent behind it. So when she looks to him, her expression is soft.

Of course, she always will wonder where people think she stands with the boys...and how much she approves of them when they do things like Giorno had. She doesn't fault him for seeking Atem as an avenue, but...Atem, his safety matters far more than any intel. So she's surprised to hear him say that. Would Giorno have approved of her reaching out as well, with that in mind, or is it because Atem is so removed from the conflict that Giorno sees no harm in him trying? It's impossible to tell, so her silence in Giorno's wake can only be justified, right?]

It's because you're someone who's easy to talk to, Atem. Your questions come off as genuine interest. Maybe you have some motive, but it never feels that way.

[For her, motive is implicit meanwhile, and thus Doppio hardly shared a thing with her aside from one boggling peace offering. But that's neither here nor there.

Then...as if to prove her statement to Atem, Trish chews her lip. "The other guy", he says. Oh, she wonders about that man more often than she cares to, if only because he's baffling in every way.]

You and I feel the same way about Diavolo too.

[Trish is looking at Atem now, emerald green eyes gazing with a hardness not directed at the boy-king with a heart of gold.]

Did you ever notice any similarities between us? I haven't really mentioned it to anyone here, but he's...my father.