[Those words hit a little close to home, even though Fugo reasonably knows that Giorno couldn't possibly understand why. But even though he couldn't know, and therefore it definitely wasn't done on purpose it still felt like it was, somehow—he always saw right through him, that's how it felt.
It was a weird feeling. He was both intimidated by it but wanted to be close to it. He just had that kind of pull.
Fugo isn't sure how to respond to those words—he's not sure if he even can—so he just doesn't, and offers Giorno one of the now-dirty rags.]
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It was a weird feeling. He was both intimidated by it but wanted to be close to it. He just had that kind of pull.
Fugo isn't sure how to respond to those words—he's not sure if he even can—so he just doesn't, and offers Giorno one of the now-dirty rags.]
...here. There's no use saving these.