[ Despite the fact that his mind was still trying to convince him otherwise, even Mista couldn't really argue with that logic. Or maybe it was that he didn't want to. He was angry and he felt like a stupid baby for crying like this in front of Abbacchio, but who else could he really talk to anyway? Who else would understand? Would anyone?

Spoilers, Mista, lots of people would understand. That wasn't important, though, not as important as pulling his hand away from the other man and pulling him into a rather tear-soaked embrace. ]

...please don't leave me here by myself, I think you're the only one I have left.

[ There was a heavy pause, no concern about whether this hug was too long or whether it was appropriate. There was something else eating away at the back of his mind. Even as he thought about it he worried his lower lip between his teeth. ]

I don't think Giorno is ever coming out of that crystal, I know it probably doesn't matter to you but it matters to me.