He focuses on the form that shows itself by her, and takes in it's appearance. It certainly looks different from his, though he hesitates to show it for a moment. But she is still talking and the part of him that had always been desperate for the section of his family he'd never met to be something worth having was absorbing everything she says.
It was a bit nerve wracking admitting things, exposing any of himself, but it seems like he's found some of what he's always wanted to know and the gateway to it was sharing what little he does know. He summons Gold Experience in it's full appearance, the tall, thin stand wrapping an arm around his shoulder and chest, head tipping in to rest against his in a mildly protective and affectionate move.
"Joestar? You mean the family isn't Brando?" he asks, finding that a bit odd, the picture he has says Brando, he is certain of that. A moment of hesitation and he pulls out his wallet, opening it to the picture of Dio Brando, the man he'd been told by his mother, all to proudly, was his biological father. "This... is where I've seen it... aside from at awkward angles in the mirror." He explains, holding it out to her, the name clear on the photo. Of course, the man in the photo also had an odd scar around his neck, the skin above and below just a bit different, and the star birthmark. "This... is all I have of that family." It felt like a lame conclusion, but it was all he could figure to say. "My name is Giorno Giovana." He adds, realizing he'd forgotten that she'd given him her name.
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It was a bit nerve wracking admitting things, exposing any of himself, but it seems like he's found some of what he's always wanted to know and the gateway to it was sharing what little he does know. He summons Gold Experience in it's full appearance, the tall, thin stand wrapping an arm around his shoulder and chest, head tipping in to rest against his in a mildly protective and affectionate move.
"Joestar? You mean the family isn't Brando?" he asks, finding that a bit odd, the picture he has says Brando, he is certain of that. A moment of hesitation and he pulls out his wallet, opening it to the picture of Dio Brando, the man he'd been told by his mother, all to proudly, was his biological father. "This... is where I've seen it... aside from at awkward angles in the mirror." He explains, holding it out to her, the name clear on the photo. Of course, the man in the photo also had an odd scar around his neck, the skin above and below just a bit different, and the star birthmark. "This... is all I have of that family." It felt like a lame conclusion, but it was all he could figure to say. "My name is Giorno Giovana." He adds, realizing he'd forgotten that she'd given him her name.