Giorno nods at Jonathan's explanation of his age, both old and young at the same time, and he could see some of that youth, in the way he talked, and his constant pep. It was odd to really consider just how young, at least at heart, the person who was technically his actual biological father was. He should find the picture that was mentioned, and see if he could make a copy... it could go in his wallet too. "I mean, I'm fifteen, so it's not like I need someone to raise me, or some such. And really, we could just leave it at cousin for you and I Jolyne, explaining to anyone why I would call you my niece, much less adding all the levels to it could get tiresome, and I really hate having to repeat useless stuff." He offers. Here he was, joining another common trend of the family, being an uncle to someone older than him.
He considers what she's saying about the name but, she didn't get much of it, of course she probably had different feelings about the idea of 'dad' as a person in their lives. No he needed to know if this was somewhere he could actually put his trust, if he could actually open up, when he was ready. Being able to call Jonathan something so close, so related would tell him if he was really welcome. He'd test other waters later too, but this was a first step for him. Jonathan was leaving it up to him to suggest, though it eased the twisting in his stomach, both the light touch of the bat wing on his hand, and the way he seems to not desire to be called father.
Giorno's hand turns over to let the wing rest against his palm, mimicking holding the hand offered to him here. He kept telling himself he was testing them, seeing how far they'd let him go without demanding in return, but a part of him that had gone quiet as a small toddler was also behind this, wanting to trust without waiting, wanting something beyond the void, punctuated with pain, that had been the idea of family so far. He wanted to find some preable to the term that rose in his mind and throat but he was speaking before he could work it out, urged by that long quiet child. "Babbo, if it's okay?" He asked, trying not to let his voice waver, trying to let on that now that he'd spoken he was full of fear it would be taken away from him suddenly.
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He considers what she's saying about the name but, she didn't get much of it, of course she probably had different feelings about the idea of 'dad' as a person in their lives. No he needed to know if this was somewhere he could actually put his trust, if he could actually open up, when he was ready. Being able to call Jonathan something so close, so related would tell him if he was really welcome. He'd test other waters later too, but this was a first step for him. Jonathan was leaving it up to him to suggest, though it eased the twisting in his stomach, both the light touch of the bat wing on his hand, and the way he seems to not desire to be called father.
Giorno's hand turns over to let the wing rest against his palm, mimicking holding the hand offered to him here. He kept telling himself he was testing them, seeing how far they'd let him go without demanding in return, but a part of him that had gone quiet as a small toddler was also behind this, wanting to trust without waiting, wanting something beyond the void, punctuated with pain, that had been the idea of family so far. He wanted to find some preable to the term that rose in his mind and throat but he was speaking before he could work it out, urged by that long quiet child. "Babbo, if it's okay?" He asked, trying not to let his voice waver, trying to let on that now that he'd spoken he was full of fear it would be taken away from him suddenly.