[Maybe one day the people Pannacotta Fugo knew will waltz back into his life this time around, or maybe family members Patrizio Fugo barely remembers from before the Black Order will resurface, but that doesn't feel likely.
... It's not worth dwelling on, anyway. He has to keep telling himself that.]
Yeah, no, I can only imagine. And who knows if others'll turn up.
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[He reaches down and tangles their hands together.]
But I get it.
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[He rests his head against Ash's shoulder, lightly squeezing his hand.]
I'm happy for you.
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It's just so fucking weird. I thought they were all dead.
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... It's not worth dwelling on, anyway. He has to keep telling himself that.]
Yeah, no, I can only imagine. And who knows if others'll turn up.
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Who knows. At least so far it's ones I like.
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Look at it this way, at least it's not happening, like, consecutively.
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[You know. There's that.]
... Anyway! You may have to sit on me so I don't end up attempting a deep clean of the house before this guy visits.
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Fair enough. I'll even brave the cold so we don't have to cook afterward.