I think he'll forgive you. You're the closest thing he's got to family left, after all.

[And he knows that, deeper than he cares to admit. There are things about Giorno he knows that have put a few things into perspective, after all.

He snorts and reaches up, tugging Mista's hat over his eyes, almost playfully. In that obnoxious big brother kind of way.]

Idiot. Of course I had to come. This is a shitty time for us both. What good am I if I didn't check on you?

Besides, I wasn't doing much. Just at Mohammed's, anyway. He understands.