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Everything felt a little hazy, and it was hard for Giorno to open his eyes. Grunting, Giorno pushed himself to a seated position, even though his head swam from the motion.
“Shit, Giorno!” someone yelped, and Giorno felt hands on his back, causing him to flinch and summon Golden Experience. “Easy, it’s just me, it’s Mista,” the person said. Giorno forced his eyes open only to hazily see Mista’s figure bathed in warm sunlight. “There we are,” Mista said. There was a tiny smile on his face, and no hat upon his head. Giorno grunted a question and shakily raised his hand to touch Mista’s rarely seen hair.
“Someone poisoned you,” Mista said, tucking his face closer to Giorno and letting Giorno fuzzily touch his hair. “We had an antidote, GER took care of it, but you were still pretty bad off.” Giorno hummed and closed his eyes. He slumped against Mista in exhaustion. The gunman chuckled slightly. “Nice to know even the great Don Giovanna is still human,” he said, slinging his arm around Giorno’s shoulders.
“Shhh,” Giorno mumbled. “Loud.”
Mista smiled. As much as he’d freaked out when it happened, Giorno was fine. Would be fine. They sat on Giorno’s bed in the warm morning sunlight, Mista absently running his hand up and down Giorno’s back and Giorno dozing off the final aftereffects of poisoning.