‘safety in numbers’ was a rule mother nature deemed necessary, animals of all kinds standing more of a chance facing predators once there were multiple of their kin present, loneliness detrimental to overall health and well-being —- this rule of nature appeared to reside within the psyche of humans as well, particularly after traumatising, horrifying events. thus, giorno found himself compelled to agree when trish expressed a desire to share a living space; the gesture meaningful to his friend, soothing the potential nightmares which might slither its way into her sleep —- however, giorno noticed it was equally beneficial to him, leading him to extend his stay beyond the initial fortnight agreed upon before. this morning, he rose before the sun touched the horizon, making sure not to disturb @passionedaughter as he went through the motions of his usual routine, with the exception of staggering breakfast until a reasonable time. now, as nine in the morning approached, toast was prepared the way they both liked it, with a cup of coffee on the side. the plate which it sat upon was gently lowered onto the nightstand beside their shared bed, a soft clink of metal against porcelain the only indication of its sudden presence.
“ good morning, trish, ” giorno spoke, a certain fondness swimming in his tone as he sat down on the edge of the bed, a palm pressed flat to the mattress. “ how did you sleep? ”
