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can i come see silver bullet today

[He wants to ask why, but not for the usual reasons why he might. He doesn't anticipate that Giorno would have some sinister reason for wanting to see Silver Bullet, but it's a weird request. Diego just doesn't ask because he thinks he probably doesn't really want to know.]

You know where to find him.

okay
thanks

[Which isn't what he wants to say. He wants to say something smart about how, if he'd just showed up, Diego would certainly have been pissed at someone showing up to hang out with his horse without telling him. Diego's protective of Silver Bullet, Giorno's found. It's good. It makes him happy, most days that aren't today.]

[He doesn't let his smart comment out, though. Instead he just sighs, and closes his watch, and goes to the stable where he knows he'll find Silver Bullet. Who is there, of course, as perfect as ever. Giorno's never been much for horses simply because there aren't many in the middle of a city, but Silver Bullet is calm and clever.]

[He gets out the brush, which he remembers the location of even now, and starts carefully brushing down Silver Bullet's side. His motions are just as tentative as Haruno's were; just as Haruno was, he appears perfectly content to stay here all day.]

[Fortunately(?), Giorno does not need to be there all day before Diego makes an appearance. He's still not overly invested in the reasons why Giorno wants to spend time with Silver Bullet, but just because he's confident in Giorno lacking ill will towards his horse doesn't mean he's going to leave them alone together for very long.]

[Diego doesn't live far from the stable, wanting to be able to access his horse at a moment's notice in case of an emergency. (Unlike Gyro though, he's not a fucking idiot who will give up the prospect of a real bed by choice. Or regular bathing for that matter.) So, it's within a few minutes of Giorno brushing Silver Bullet that he walks into the stable, preceded by his dinosaurs. They're little ones that clamber on up into the rafters quickly for a bird's eye view of Giorno and Silver Bullet, though their scurrying no doubt sounds more like a rat's give their size. Silver Bullet doesn't seem to care though, his demeanor making no shifts into anxiety.]

[Diego walks over to the tack, picking up a round, rubber brush. He holds it out nonchalantly to Giorno.]

That's fine by itself after a ride, but you have to use this before you do that otherwise. Small fast circles, just be careful on his legs and along his spine.

[The way Diego sees it, Giorno might as well make himself useful if he's going to spend time around Silver Bullet.]

[His shoulders stiffen when he hears the patter of little feet, until--oh, of course. Of course it's Diego. Of course Diego wouldn't leave him alone for long with his horse. There's a complex knot of emotion in his throat at this thought: frustration, sadness, anger, grief, and some simple gratitude at not being alone after all.]

Oh.

[Of course he's done something wrong. He swallows his disappointment in himself and puts the brush down where he got it before taking the rubber one from Diego.]

Sorry.

Don't start moping about it.

[Start, he says brusquely. Like he isn't already assuming that's exactly what Giorno's been doing since he set foot in the barn and most likely before he even messaged Diego about Silver Bullet in the first place.]

It's not like Silver Bullet gives a damn. That brush just loosens up the fur that's ready to come out and any dirt, and then the hard brush gets rid of it. Use the soft brush after that. You can gently use the soft one on his face.

[Diego grabs a bucket from Silver Bullet's stall, stepping away.]

[Diego knows whatever mood this is for Giorno, it didn't come about because he used the wrong brush. How long it's been hanging around is anyone's guess, but Diego's not going to ask. To be frank, he doesn't care. It doesn't impact him any, so why would he? But it's also pretty obvious that Giorno came here to get a little distracted from whatever's bothering him. Even if Diego were the type to try and say the right thing to make someone feel better rather than the kind to take advantage of someone else doing some of the work, he wouldn't try right now.]

[He scoops the mixture of grains for Silver Bullet, dumping them into the bucket before giving it a little shake to mix it up.]

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