[Giotto's eyes widen when Tsuna curls up and starts to sob, and he unceremoniously dumps Gatta back on the bed to go to him. He sits next to him, wrapping his arms around him gently, loosely. So Tsuna could get away if he wanted to.]
Hush, Tsuna. You're all right.
[He didn't want to upset him, but he didn't want him to lose whatever hold he had on reality. It wasn't his intention to cause Tsuna pain, but he could feel it. Pain and fear and helplessness, all from the way his body was tense and curled up and the way he sobs, quiet and desperate. Giotto thought about pushing his intuition back where he usually kept it, so he didn't tread on other people's private feelings or get overwhelmed himself, but he didn't. He could handle this.]
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Hush, Tsuna. You're all right.
[He didn't want to upset him, but he didn't want him to lose whatever hold he had on reality. It wasn't his intention to cause Tsuna pain, but he could feel it. Pain and fear and helplessness, all from the way his body was tense and curled up and the way he sobs, quiet and desperate. Giotto thought about pushing his intuition back where he usually kept it, so he didn't tread on other people's private feelings or get overwhelmed himself, but he didn't. He could handle this.]