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"What do I get if I win?" Giorno asks. Anything, Jotaro wants to say, but the ring on his finger and a dozen other reasons hold him back.
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Giorno is tricky, but not as subtle as he thinks he is. He stands too close to Jotaro, engineers complicated schemes so they're never seated apart, slips little gifts into his pockets and the folds of his coat to be found at the end of the night. Jotaro doesn't do anything to encourage it, but he doesn't put a stop to it, either, and maybe that's just as bad.
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Moonlight, the crashing of waves. Giorno is paler than when he's under the sun, almost inhuman in his beauty. His hair is loose, his jacket halfway off; it takes all Jotaro's concentration to fight off their attacker.
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The tree outside his window is in bloom. It's January.
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"What do I get if I win?" Giorno asks. What would you like? Jotaro almost says, but that would be foolish, and he's not (he likes to think) a foolish man.
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Hands on his arm, his knee, his back, his thigh. Giorno touches him constantly, in casual intimacies that should be restricted only to lovers, and still Jotaro doesn't push him away. He leans in, makes room, pretends it has never been any other way. Giorno's lips brush his cheek in greeting and parting, and Jotaro wishes he were fool enough to meet them with his own.
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There's no rule to the value of the gifts. It might be a toy from a vending machine, fine jewelry, a piece of candy, anything that catches Giorno's eye. Somehow they're almost always things Jotaro likes, but he never says a word about it. The gifts keep coming anyway.
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He feels like he can rest for the first time in a long time.
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"What do I get if I win?" Giorno asks.
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Giorno's hands are warm against his chest, turning gravel and litter into flesh as Jotaro works desperately to keep his own heart pumping.
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There's a deck of cards and time to kill. Giorno is as formidable here as in every other aspect of his life, but in this Jotaro will not yield.
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He thinks maybe he's never felt like this before.
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"What do I get if I win?" Giorno asks.
"Me," Jotaro answers, and Giorno beams.