Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Carlos [heavily distorted feedback punctuated by sharp clicking noises], leave a message after the collective screech of eight different kinds of buzzards.
[He draws out the name to a matching degree--something that could be seen as mocking if it were anyone else doing it, but since it's Carlos, he's likely trying to be sincerely funny. Bless his heart.]
[Oh. Hm. He's not sure whether or not he's being told this information in a proud way or a reluctant one, so he digs up the most ambiguous response he can manage.]
No you don't, [he says, in that voice that indicates with dawning horror that Carlos might and his life is going to end soon, here he goes, Ascending onto another plane of embarrassment--]
Oh, sure, maybe I don't, but I think I do. Let me guess: your age, maybe a little younger, but only because time is fake, Hendrix fan, dashing fashion sense, very snarky.
Oh no, I didn't--I didn't know for sure! I'm sorry, Giorno. Please stop crying. You told me, and it was a surprise that you were dating anyone, but it's--Giorno, in my wonderful 20/20 hindsight, it's very obvious.
I am not crying. I am just distressed. I've been worried for months that you'd be mad at me or something because you and Fugo don't like each other and I don't want you to be mad at me because I like you and--!
And also it is not a surprise that I am dating anyone. I could date whoever I wanted.
I like Fugo just fine, actually! And even if I didn't, it's not like I'd be mad at you--it's not like I'm not the one dating him, after all. You don't have a thing to worry about!
And of course you could, Giorno. I meant that I just didn't know you were seeing someone.
[Oh. Carlos . . . is not mad. Or anything. He's just being sweet and supportive.]
[Why is Carlos so nice?]
Okay. Then . . . thank you. I'm not good at telling people yet. So sorry if I didn't do very well. It's just important to me, and I don't want to mess it up.
I get it--don't worry! I really, really get it. When I was your age...
[...Hm.]
Actually, I remember very, very little of when I was your age, but I'm sure I dealt with something similar. Maybe. You didn't mess up at all, at least! You did very, very well.
[He . . . starts to settle down. Slowly but surely.]
We had a whole conversation, ages ago. About telling people. And I really wanted to tell you, but I wanted to do it right. So it means a lot that I did it right. You're important to me, so--I wanted to tell you this important thing about me.
I understand! I really, genuinely do. You didn't have to tell me, but I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to. I get how important it is! You nailed it, though. No worries here.
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[Except it's more like: Carlooooooos? He's in Need of Assistance.]
Can I talk to you about something. [somethiiiiiiiiiiiing]
thhis fuckin icon.
[There's something faintly amused in his tone.]
What is it, Giorno?
[He draws out the name to a matching degree--something that could be seen as mocking if it were anyone else doing it, but since it's Carlos, he's likely trying to be sincerely funny. Bless his heart.]
grumpily wrys
I have to tell you something. [A beat. And then he draws it out:] Somethiiiiing.
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The something is.
This boyfriend thing.
I have one now. That's the thing.
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[Oh. Hm. He's not sure whether or not he's being told this information in a proud way or a reluctant one, so he digs up the most ambiguous response he can manage.]
That's sure a thing.
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[Giorno squints.]
What does that mean.
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[He huffs a little.]
It sounds like you don't care! That's rude.
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[And . . . with that clarification out of the way, Giorno is beginning to sink back into self-consciousness. Save him.]
Well! Okay. Well, good. Thank you.
. . . I'm not very good at words right now either. Ah. But thank you.
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Who's the lucky man?
[A pause.]
That's rhetorical; I'm pretty sure I know.
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No you don't, [he says, in that voice that indicates with dawning horror that Carlos might and his life is going to end soon, here he goes, Ascending onto another plane of embarrassment--]
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There's only so many boys, Giorno.
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what the fuck
why
why does everyone Know Things he can't Take This
how long has carlos Known okay but really how long has he known
Giorno just
begins to keen softly.]
Why did you know before I told you! I should have told you a long time ago if you already knew instead of worrying about it!
[flops down on princess bed and gives up.]
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I am not crying. I am just distressed. I've been worried for months that you'd be mad at me or something because you and Fugo don't like each other and I don't want you to be mad at me because I like you and--!
And also it is not a surprise that I am dating anyone. I could date whoever I wanted.
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And of course you could, Giorno. I meant that I just didn't know you were seeing someone.
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[Oh. Carlos . . . is not mad. Or anything. He's just being sweet and supportive.]
[Why is Carlos so nice?]
Okay. Then . . . thank you. I'm not good at telling people yet. So sorry if I didn't do very well. It's just important to me, and I don't want to mess it up.
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[...Hm.]
Actually, I remember very, very little of when I was your age, but I'm sure I dealt with something similar. Maybe. You didn't mess up at all, at least! You did very, very well.
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[He . . . starts to settle down. Slowly but surely.]
We had a whole conversation, ages ago. About telling people. And I really wanted to tell you, but I wanted to do it right. So it means a lot that I did it right. You're important to me, so--I wanted to tell you this important thing about me.
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