"A year older? How... how old are you?" Giorno asks, the wonder of just how old, or rather how young, was the man who's body fathered him.
That brought another thought to mind and, he found himself hesitating to as, his stomach turning sour, like he would vomit. How would Jonathan want him to call him? Would he want to be called 'father'? That word alone... "I am your Father now." The man said, hiding his true nature behind a sickly sweet smile. Calling out for his father, and no one answering, as he learned how painful a belt across his back was. He shook harder, and Gold Experience shift again, still present, though silent and mostly still, now holding him more completely.
"H-how... I..." His voice was shaking, and he didn't like that, a breath... even himself out, and try again. "What would you like me to call you? Calling you by name feels rude, but you are... you aren't my uncle or grandfather... so... do... you want to be called... dad or..." He hoped father wasn't what the other picked, it would sour in his mouth and he knew it would come out unkind any time he used it, even if he didn't mean it to.
He hated how unsure he sounded, on top of everything, he sounded like a scared child and that rankled him as well. He'd stopped being terrified years ago, so why was he now, with these people, feeling so uncertain and timid. If he messed up what would he really lose? He didn't know them, it wasn't like losing actual family, right?
Except it would be losing the potential for real family, and that managed to drop a led weight on his heart.
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That brought another thought to mind and, he found himself hesitating to as, his stomach turning sour, like he would vomit. How would Jonathan want him to call him? Would he want to be called 'father'? That word alone... "I am your Father now." The man said, hiding his true nature behind a sickly sweet smile. Calling out for his father, and no one answering, as he learned how painful a belt across his back was. He shook harder, and Gold Experience shift again, still present, though silent and mostly still, now holding him more completely.
"H-how... I..." His voice was shaking, and he didn't like that, a breath... even himself out, and try again. "What would you like me to call you? Calling you by name feels rude, but you are... you aren't my uncle or grandfather... so... do... you want to be called... dad or..." He hoped father wasn't what the other picked, it would sour in his mouth and he knew it would come out unkind any time he used it, even if he didn't mean it to.
He hated how unsure he sounded, on top of everything, he sounded like a scared child and that rankled him as well. He'd stopped being terrified years ago, so why was he now, with these people, feeling so uncertain and timid. If he messed up what would he really lose? He didn't know them, it wasn't like losing actual family, right?
Except it would be losing the potential for real family, and that managed to drop a led weight on his heart.