“Thanks,” Giorno says quietly, “you didn’t have to cook me anything, though.” Still, he’s more than happy to eat anything you make. He grew up eating your food. You’d raised him, despite the fact you’re only older than him by a few years. You may be his older sibling, but you’re almost a parent in his eyes.

You’re the only one who babies him. He’s the boss of Passione, despite being fifteen. Giorno has to act like it doesn’t exhaust him, but not with you. He can be weak in front of you.