[ The whole century between them absolutely pales in comparison to everything else. The fact that Jonathan's son is, apparently, Giorno Giovanna. Ignoring how it shouldn't even be possible, because it really is absurd, and in spite of how impossible it sounds he doesn't get the idea this is the kind of thing Jonathan would lie about. ]
Giorno? Really?
[ He sets the cup down carefully so as not to cause a spill and watches the concern flit across Jonathan's face. The same Giorno who turned up out of nowhere and threw his entire life into chaos for a handful of days before leaving him to die alone on a beach? How much does Jonathan even know? ]
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Giorno? Really?
[ He sets the cup down carefully so as not to cause a spill and watches the concern flit across Jonathan's face. The same Giorno who turned up out of nowhere and threw his entire life into chaos for a handful of days before leaving him to die alone on a beach? How much does Jonathan even know? ]