[Fugo certainly doesn't have any complaints. On one hand, he'd prefer to do it himself, because he didn't like troubling Giorno if it could be avoided. But on the other... Well, he liked having him around. So if he wanted to help, that was perfectly fine. Fugo nods in acknowledgement, then heads to the kitchen to look for... something.
Paper towels would be ideal... but maybe not enough. He'll grab a couple of regular towels, too, before handing some of them to Giorno.]
Here. [He's not sure how helpful soap is going to be, but he'll pick up some of that, too.] If we hurry, we might be able to stop it from staining.
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Paper towels would be ideal... but maybe not enough. He'll grab a couple of regular towels, too, before handing some of them to Giorno.]
Here. [He's not sure how helpful soap is going to be, but he'll pick up some of that, too.] If we hurry, we might be able to stop it from staining.
[...wishful thinking, probably.]