[Whatever it was Giorno was going through in his day to day life, Dio felt confident that his brother could hold his own. They were similar like that, able to rise against struggle and turmoil and be stronger for it.
He didn't worry about Giorno most days even if he did keep an open ear out for any mention of his name - any talk about a young, blonde RAC agent. He tells himself it didn't matter, that whatever happened would happen without him, but even then it doesn't do much to quell the very softest worries he may never admit to.
He holds his ankles as he leans back some, head tilted off to the side in thought as he shrugs his shoulders.]
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He didn't worry about Giorno most days even if he did keep an open ear out for any mention of his name - any talk about a young, blonde RAC agent. He tells himself it didn't matter, that whatever happened would happen without him, but even then it doesn't do much to quell the very softest worries he may never admit to.
He holds his ankles as he leans back some, head tilted off to the side in thought as he shrugs his shoulders.]
Actually yes. [A beat.] I'm hungry.