It's pretty apparent what the situation is, though, and Jin's fortunately unfortunate to have fallen prey to the mistletoe a couple times himself this evening. At least phoning a friend might be useful here.]
Try complimenting them or telling them a secret, too.
His heart sinks immediately, rife with shame. After every miserable little thing he's had to endure tonight, Asher isn't sure he's ready to share anything personal with the man he's been cursed to endure for a little over fifteen minutes, now.]
Yeah. It doesn't necessarily have to be a big one, though.
[Which doesn't change the fact that what he'd shared had been something big, at least for him.]
I told Giorno what I told you. [And out of a self-conscious worry that whoever Asher's trapped with is listening in, he doesn't get any more elaborate than that.] He told me... something that was really different, but still pretty close to his heart.
Just go with it. You'll get out from under there eventually.
[All the things he can think of are pretty horrible.
And now, on top of all the terrible things he's been feeling, all the terrible things he's done...
He's a murderer, too.]
There isn't anything else?
[He should respond to that heartfelt piece of information, but he's too frantic, too paranoid at the moment. This is a part of his problem, being self-centered. Giorno, at the very least, doesn't seem like the type of person to judge Jin for what he'd admitted.]
You're sure. That's all?
[Because god forbid Achilles learn any of the things Asher hates most about himself.]
Unless whoever was on the mistletoe committee came up with something stupider, that's all.
[Jin stops to think. If he hadn't been so sure that Giorno wouldn't have been judgmental of his own secret, he doesn't know what he'd have been able to comfortably share, either.
It occurs to him, too, that he doesn't know very much about Asher himself at all-- and that is enough to give him pause. He exhales, staring down into his magitek's gem, and speaks.]
I mean, you could tell them what color your underwear is. Or that-- [cheeks prickling because it's so gross but still technically a secret] --you did a. Thing. In the saloon that one time.
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It's pretty apparent what the situation is, though, and Jin's fortunately unfortunate to have fallen prey to the mistletoe a couple times himself this evening. At least phoning a friend might be useful here.]
Try complimenting them or telling them a secret, too.
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His heart sinks immediately, rife with shame. After every miserable little thing he's had to endure tonight, Asher isn't sure he's ready to share anything personal with the man he's been cursed to endure for a little over fifteen minutes, now.]
There's one for secrets?
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[Which doesn't change the fact that what he'd shared had been something big, at least for him.]
I told Giorno what I told you. [And out of a self-conscious worry that whoever Asher's trapped with is listening in, he doesn't get any more elaborate than that.] He told me... something that was really different, but still pretty close to his heart.
Just go with it. You'll get out from under there eventually.
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And now, on top of all the terrible things he's been feeling, all the terrible things he's done...
He's a murderer, too.]
There isn't anything else?
[He should respond to that heartfelt piece of information, but he's too frantic, too paranoid at the moment. This is a part of his problem, being self-centered. Giorno, at the very least, doesn't seem like the type of person to judge Jin for what he'd admitted.]
You're sure. That's all?
[Because god forbid Achilles learn any of the things Asher hates most about himself.]
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[Jin stops to think. If he hadn't been so sure that Giorno wouldn't have been judgmental of his own secret, he doesn't know what he'd have been able to comfortably share, either.
It occurs to him, too, that he doesn't know very much about Asher himself at all-- and that is enough to give him pause. He exhales, staring down into his magitek's gem, and speaks.]
I mean, you could tell them what color your underwear is. Or that-- [cheeks prickling because it's so gross but still technically a secret] --you did a. Thing. In the saloon that one time.
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What thing?
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The Qorral girl.
That...
Thing.
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[Thankfully, this isn't a video, otherwise he would have given the other a deadpan stare.]
That's not a secret.
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Then think of something different.
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His heartbeat picks up somewhat, although he's not sure why.]
No, you're right.
[It's probably because he's just apprehensive about being open and vulnerable in front of that ancient piece of shit, right?]
Thanks man. I'll, uh, talk to you later.
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[hangs up
TAKES SWIG OF PUNCH]