“How the fuck does a turtle end up with a Stand, anyway?”

• Coco Jumbo: momijizukamori
• Key (+ Bruno): pinnedtogether
• Pesci: thespinebuster
  

~500 words of post-canon Bruno/Leone fluff because @pinnedtogether inspired me and honestly pointless fluff is really all I’m good at.

Bruno
woke to the soft beeping of the nightstand alarm clock, and sunlight
through the bedroom window. It had not been a particularly restful night
of sleep - while he had fallen asleep with little trouble, Leone had
tossed and turned all night in the bed beside him, and woken him up
several times as a result. Giorno’s victory had been hard-won and the
scars that it had left ached more on some days than others, and it
seemed like the balance was not in Leone’s favor today. Bruno reached
over him to shut off the alarm, and then turned his attention back to
his partner. He could tell Leone was awake, but desperately did not want
to be, and was trying to burrow back under the covers as if he could
hide from both the world and his own pain. Bruno put a hand on his
shoulder. “You doing okay?”

“Mm. M'fine.” Well, ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. Bruno had a solution to this.

He
licked a long stripe up the side of Leone’s face that wasn’t smashed
into the pillow, and took a moment of private, perverse glee in the way
his face scrunched up in disgust.

“Ugh, fine, it feels like something is trying to punch through my left shoulderblade, and my fingertips are numb. Happy?”

Bruno
smiled, and pressed a gentle kiss to Leone’s temple. “Not happy you’re
hurting, but happy you told me.” Getting Leone to admit when something
was wrong was an uphill battle - left to his own devices, he’d hide his
hurt, not wanting to worry anyone else with it. Bruno had pointed out
that actually, waiting until something was so big it overwhelmed his
ability to hide it was more worrying, but progress was still slow.

“Hold
on a minute, I’ll get you some water.” Left to his own devices, Leone
was content to dry-swallow pills, but watching him do it gave Bruno a
sense of visceral revulsion, and he needed to use the toilet anyway.

When
he returned from their shared bathroom with a glass of water in hand,
Leone had managed to get at least partially upright against his pile of
pillows, and had dug out the bottle of prescription pain medication they
kept stashed in the nightstand for days like this. He accepted the
glass from Bruno, taking a gulp followed by the pills before setting the
glass down by the bed. “Thanks… Sorry I snapped.” Underneath that
apology were other unspoken ones - Sorry for making you worry. Sorry for
being a burden. Not that Bruno was going to call him on that right now.

“You
don’t need to apologize. And you’re welcome. Try to get a few more
hours of sleep; I’ll give you a massage when you wake up again.”

Leone
nodded, sliding back down under the covers. One hand snaked out from
underneath, though, to find Bruno’s and give it a small squeeze. “Love
you.” The words were half-mumbled, but no matter how many times Bruno
heard them, they still set off a warm flutter in his chest. He gave
Leone’s hand a squeeze in return before letting go. “Love you too.”