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It hurted as hell.
If Mista had know better, he might have tell Giorno to just let him bleed in peace. His entire body was aching, newly made skin burning under his clothes. At least, the cold breeze of the Venetian morning helped to sooth the pain of his wounds. Another twenty (maybe more, he didn't have the time to count) more scars to add to his already marked body.
Mista still couldn't believe how was he alive, after all this time. Maybe it was because of his avoiding of that number, maybe lady luck really liked him. Maybe it was a complete other reason. Was it fate, perhaps? He would never know.
It was pointless to overthink things.
"How are you feeling?" Mista jumped, almost falling from his place on the bench. Giorno's calm voice took him by surprise, breaking the silence of the morning. The blond was sitting beside him, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. Mista took one, pain escalating through his arm with the sudden movement.
"Fine, i guess" the coffee was warm, perfect to help him calm his stressed mind and aching body. Giorno was quiet, taking little sips from time to time "I mean... you did say it was going to be painful. That hurted as shit"
"Sorry"
"Why are you sorry? You saved my ass out there" Giorno didn't say anything, holding his cup a little bit tighter "Thank you"
"It's nothing. We're are teammates, after all"
Teammates. For some reason, the word sounded bad in Mista's tongue. Was that how Giorno felt about all of them?
"Friends. We're friends. All the things i said back there, i really mean them" Giorno put his cup down, looking at him in the eye. The rising sun framed his silhouette, making him almost shine (and Mista didn't felt so cold anymore). His eyes gave him a weird look. Did i say something wrong?
"I mean, only if you like to, i don't wanna push anyth..."
"I like the idea. I have... never had friends before. Real ones, like what you and the others have" There was a sad undertone in Giorno's voice, hiding behind his serious expression. Mista realized that he knew about nothing of the blond's life. He also found out that he wanted to know more.
"You gotta be kidding, right? I mean, look at you!" Mista said, pointing at the blond "You're the type of guy that the girls at my old school would whisper about, with the curly hair, and all cute..." Giorno looked at him with a questioning look, and Mista felt how his ears turned a bit hotter "I... forget i said that"
"No problem, i didn't hear anything" Giorno said, face as serious as a stone. And then, he stuffed his whole ears inside his head "I don't even have ears"
If Mista was waiting for something, this was the last thing on his list.
"Dude, what the fuck? That's hilarious!" Mista's started to laugh uncontrollably, despise the puncturing pain in his stomach. Giorno letted his ears out of his head, smiling just a little. His gaze meet Mista's, and for the first time, he noticed that the smile reached his blue eyes too. It was a nice, warm smile. You should show it more often, he wanted to say. Maybe in another time.
"We should show that to Narancia and freak him out! Imagine his face!"
"That would be funny"