Caesar rolled his eyes. “You could say that…and before you ask, no, I wasn’t. Call it a mutual enmity.”

That’s why it was so hard for him to believe Giorno wasn’t about to hold it over Joseph’s head no matter what he said—you didn’t get something for nothing. That was just the way of the world. He was clearly after something. And if that something was just an answer to whatever gravity they both felt…

“Mi voglio rovinare!” Caesar fell into a sit on the bed with a harsh sigh and ruffled Joseph’s hair. “You’re not allowed to die here, understand!?”