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Who: Grandson and grandpa [or Tsuna and Giotto]
What: Tsuna recovering from EH. Family bonding time. Cuddles.
When: This morning
Where: Giotto's room
Rating: PG-13? (if tsuna flashbacks or something idk)

[Tsuna slept like the dead since he fell asleep in Giotto's arms. He was absolutely exhausted from the trip and had missed out on quite a bit of sleep due to anxiety, worry and grief. His sleep had been dreamless, and maybe blessedly so, because if he had dreams they would almost certainly have been nightmares.

When morning finally comes, his eyes flutter open, before fear suddenly floods in and he scrambles to a sitting position, jumping when Giotto's startled cat jumps off the bed. He looks at Gatta, and then he scans the room as his mind scrambles to think of what had happened last.

He remembers... the ship crashing. Him stumbling out and seeing Paradisa. Giotto finally came to him-- he was in the flesh, not a hallucination-- before Tsuna had fallen asleep in his arms.

That.... had actually happened, right?

Or was that a dream?

This looks like Giotto's room, and yet, he's spooked and uncertain if it really is. What if that had been a dream, what if his hallucinations had just gotten worse? Where was everybody, where was Reborn?

When his eyes land on Giotto, his expression remains guarded. Was he truly, honestly the real thing? Or was he a hallucination, and was he going to try and twist his position as the next Vongola boss, and tell him he should protect Reborn and Martel, protect Allen and Ino, those who were now his family, and get rid of everyone else...?

If Reborn or Martel or anyone he knew was there with him was nearby, he couldn't see or hear them. They couldn't validate if Giotto was the real thing, or if this place was the real thing.

His heart is racing.]

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Tsuna... [Giotto looks at him, and brushes his bangs out of his face and sighs.] Tell me.

[Tell him what you are thinking.]

[He winces slightly when Giotto brushes the hair out of his eyes.]

I still don't want to, I'm just... I'm not totally sure I won't end up doing it anyway anymore.

[A little sigh at his wince, realizing he's still quite jumpy, and Giotto runs a hand through his hair again to calm him. He's trying to think of what to say to that.]

I wish I could tell you that wouldn't happen, that you can choose what you wish, but... Tsuna, once you're involved in the Mafia, you can't get away.

... I thought that might be the case.

[He really could be stuck with the Mafia, really have to take his position. It suddenly makes him feel very uneasy, and he curls into Giotto more.]

[Giotto wraps an arm around tightly. he can't shake those feelings of guilt at Tsuna's position, because even thought he said it had given him friends and made him a stronger person, there was still the fact of what he had waiting for him. A job he didn't want, and even worse, a job as a criminal.]

...I'm sorry.

[And he could feel the depth of his guilt, the sincerity in that one-armed hug and in his voice. And it made Tsuna feel bad, because he knows Giotto would never wish something like that on him. He never meant for the vigilante group to affect his family and descendants in such a negative fashion, and yet, that was what ended up happening.

It wasn't fair. Not to Tsuna, and not to Giotto, either.

He lets his eyes flutter closed. But...]

Maybe it won't be so bad.

[There wasn't much he could do about it either way, even if he had never wished it on his direct descendants. It had already been done, and Tsuna was involved. And not only was he involved with the mafia, but for the ring as well. The thing that he had always guarded with his life, that possibly had picked Tsuna, if his similarities to Giotto was any indication.

Giotto vaguely wondered if he knew exactly what rested on his finger, but he wasn't sure if he should bring it up as it might scare him more.]

...Running the Vongola? It's stressful, yes, but... when times were good, they were good. [When they had been on top of the world.]

[Tsuna can hear the nostalgia and fondness in his voice. He remembers when he was a dog, and he'd watched Giotto open his watch to reveal the picture of his family inside.]

Can you tell me about your family?

[He glances over at him, and gives him a smile as he reaches back to pull out his pocket watch, feeling its comforting weight in his hands.]

Only if you tell me about yours, bambino.

Yeah, sure.

[Tsuna doesn't make any effort to move, however. He's quite comfortable right where he is.]

[And Giotto's perfectly fine where he is as well as he flips his pocket watch open, looking at the picture. He misses them terribly, and he's sure Tsuna can tell from the way he looks at this picture.

But well, Tsuna asked him, so he would tell him about them. It helped, in a way.]

I'm sure you know me, in the middle. Next to me on the right, with the tattoo, is G. He's my right hand, but he's also my oldest and dearest friend. [A little wry look at Tsuna.] He's also an idiot.

[A soft giggle at that.]

Your storm guardian, right? He looks a lot like Gokudera-kun. He was here for a little bit a few months ago, actually.

Yes, my storm guardian. [Giotto blinks at that information, though.] I thought I sensed something, but...

G looks like your storm guardian?

[He nods.]

Gokudera-kun doesn't have a tattoo like that though, and his hair's grey. It's pretty weird... all of your family looks kind of like mine does.

[...Well, there was no question of it in his mind now. The rings had somehow done it and chosen them. After all, isn't that what the Vongola Rings did? They passed down their time and their form, like a clam.

Giotto doesn't say that, though. He's not sure how to say it, really. Not sure how Tsuna would take it.] Well... It could be a coincidence.

Maybe. [Tsuna's not completely certain himself, but he doesn't feel like dwelling on that too much right now. They were talking about something else, after all.]

Gokudera-kun, he's... well, he can be a little grumpy towards other people. He thinks pretty highly of me, though. [Why, Tsuna will never understand.] He's pretty enthusiastic and sometimes it ends up getting us into trouble, but he always tries his hardest to do his best.

[A bit of a laugh.] G thinks highly of me as well, though not high enough not to play pranks on me. [If only that was the case.]

If you only knew how many times I've woken up with something inappropriate drawn on my face with ink...

[Tsuna blinks, because the image of things drawn on Giotto's face...

And then he gives a little laugh. A genuine one, because the thought's just too silly.]

You laugh all you like! This is serious.

[Look at that disgruntled look.]

Do you know what he did the first time he saw my in Dying Will Mode? He threw me into a pond. Because he had to put me out!

[No, stop it, Giotto, you're making him laugh even harder.] R-really?

And then he decided I looked like a candle so he started to call me a living candlestick. And that I was the best match around so he likes to light his cigarettes off me sometimes.

[G is his best friend, really, Tsuna. Giotto swears.]

Ahaha... Gokudera-kun would never dare doing anything like that to me. [hero worshiiip.]

...Consider yourself lucky. [Or maybe not so lucky because hero worship, but...]

[yeah he really doesn't know which is better, either, so he reaches over to point at the man with black hair who seems to be dressed in monk's clothing.]

How about this one?

[He smiles when Tsuna points someone out.] Knuckle. Our resident priest. Well, ex-boxer priest who has no volume control.

[Does that sound familiar, Tsuna?]