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"I... I don't think there's enough room."
Giorno paused by the edge of the bed, blinking in surprise. Fugo’s face mirrored it, with the added tinge of guilt.
“…I’m sorry?”
Fugo winced, shifting under the covers, and the stands in the bed shifted with him. Giorno watched, taken aback, as his own stand stretched out and took up all the remaining room in the bed.
It was quite a big bed, mind you, but when both you and your boyfriend had severe chronic pain, whatever space you were left with was necessary to stay empty, in order to stretch out properly. That room was currently threatened, with the presence of three bodies taking up much more room than usual. Fugo looked perfectly comfortable as it was, but it was clear Giorno would have no room to sneak in.
Slightly miffed, Giorno set down the blankets that he had been holding- and was going to give to Fugo- to cross his arms. Gold Experience didn’t even look at him, curling up further with its arms around Fugo’s waist. Fugo glanced down at it with a torn expression- half adoring, half reluctant- and Purple Haze let out a low hum, nuzzling it’s face further into Gold’s back.
Fugo sent Giorno a look of pure defeat. “I- I don’t want to make them move. I don’t think Haze would even listen to me right now.”
That, Giorno knew was probably true, but the real problem here wasn’t Purple Haze, and Giorno knew that just as well as Fugo did. The real perpetrator kept its head down, trilling quietly into Fugo’s chest, and Giorno could only imagine how smug it felt, having both Fugo and Purple Haze to itself.
Giorno dropped his arms and sighed, shaking his head with an exasperated yet fond smile. “Have I seriously been kicked out by my own stand?”
As if to answer him- and Giorno knew it was- Gold chirped and tightened its grip on Fugo, and Giorno took that as his answer. Fugo stifled a laugh, though still looking guilty, while Giorno came to sit next to Purple Haze.
It opened its eye to gaze questioningly at Giorno, matching Fugo’s expression further over, and Giorno leaned down to kiss its forehead. Haze rumbled low in its throat, and Giorno pictured a giant cat. “It’s alright. I’m okay with just sitting here.”
“Are you sure?”
Giorno considered how close Gold was to Fugo, and how Purple Haze hadn’t let go of either of them, clinging on almost desperately. Giorno could feel the dull sensation of contact through Gold and it made him feel content, eyes slipping shut slightly. He tapped his fingers against his thigh, basking in the pure affection he couldn’t quite be a part of, and realized he didn’t quite mind being left out. Not when it was like this.
He nodded, standing up to pull the covers over his boyfriend and their stands, and taking a moment to run his hand through Fugo’s hair. Fugo, predictably, melted into the touch, pressing his face further into Giorno’s hand, and Giorno had his answer.
“It’s alright. I can wait a little.”