For once, Trish remained respectfully silent, giving Giorno the platform he needed to talk. Throughout it, her face twisted into a variety of emotions that she desperately tried to keep away, but most of all was a twinge of awkward empathy for the situation heād had to endure. Her own rough upbringing had made it hard for her to connect, but she had enough emotional capacity to feel apologetic he went through all that.
One of her hands nervously rubbed at her arm and she moved away from her perch to approach him, hand hovering above his shoulder. Trish didnāt know if heād even appreciate her pulling him into a hug, but knowing how she got when she grew angry, she wouldnāt have. So she let the hand merely drop to her side, gaze immediately hitting the floor when he sharply faced her.
āGiorno, I..ā Hesitant, she swallowed thickly. It felt like she had went from a simple conversation to navigating a minefield. A part of her was beginning to regret getting involved, if only because of how uninformed she had been of just how serious it was between them.Ā ā.. Iām sorry. I appreciate that you have actually told me all this, that.. that must not have been easy. But.. Iām sorry to have made you.ā
Grimacing a little, Trish forced herself to look up at him, face considerably soft given how hard her features usually were. What was she even to say, if anything at all? The smart thing to do was to back off now that she knew more of the story than what DIO had given her.
ā.. If anything, itās not doing it for him. Itās doing it for yourself, you know?ā Every word felt wrong to say, but then again, Trish didnāt think there were right answers with this sort of thing.Ā āEven if the end result is that you close that book forever and never speak to him ever again, at least itāll be some sort of closure. You owe it to yourself not to let something like this haunt you, what with everything youāve been through.ā
āBut, I.. do understand. Better now that youāve told me.ā Trish lifts a hand to rub at the back of her neck.Ā ā ā I think itās still worth visiting him to hash it all out, but I can see why itās not.. too appealing.ā
Giorno didnāt reply for a few long moments. He didnāt want to be mad at her, he didnāt want to let his emotions colour his words. He couldnāt let himself snap.Ā
āIn the future, I hope you might first assume that I know what Iām doing when it comes to my personal life and my biological family. Iād appreciate it if this topic didnāt come up again.ā He sounded cold when he let himself talk, speaking as the Don more than Trishās friend.
He sighed and turned slowly back to his window. He wasnāt going to get any more work done today with how he was feeling. If his efforts of trying to mend things werenāt good enough for his father then he might just stop trying.Ā