Juli was finally smiling again and Giorno felt like he could breathe again.

He felt like he was always taking from her, somehow. Even as he professed that her being there kept him calm, he’d plagued her with worry in return. The old him would have found it a foolish thing to feel bad about—he had never felt bad about taking before. The old him had only one thing on his mind. Now…

Before he could think of how to reply, the butterfly returned to land on her cheek.

“…Shall we call that a point in your favor?”