He straightens up upon hearing his voice, the one he was supposed to protect seeing him in a moment of weakness would simply not do.
"Nothing to trouble yourself with, young master."
He usually didn’t wear it, but for the past few weeks, he’s taken to wearing his old circlet more regularly.
Giorno had, of course, noticed the circlet. It was meticulously cared for and very obviously a precious possession, however Vanilla has worn it more in the past week than Giorno had ever seen him wearing it.
"Please, sit with me."
It's not a suggestion.
















