[He spends the intervening time . . . fussing. Which shouldn't really be surprising. It's fairly standard Giorno fare for when he's unoccupied by other things. He doesn't do well with sitting still. At the same time, he tries for Zelda's sake to keep calm, since she is trying to sleep.]
[It's not as though he's upset, either. He doesn't know why he's so nervous. There's nothing wrong. This is good, and he's — happy? Probably. Who knows.]
[By the time Zelda contacts him again, he's got his own cup of tea. Chamomile, for chilling the fuck out.]
someone came through the mirrors from my home. i wanted you to know.
well — no, i want to introduce you. at some point. if you want to be introduced.
highly fucking unlikely
[It's not as though he's upset, either. He doesn't know why he's so nervous. There's nothing wrong. This is good, and he's — happy? Probably. Who knows.]
[By the time Zelda contacts him again, he's got his own cup of tea. Chamomile, for chilling the fuck out.]
someone came through the mirrors from my home. i wanted you to know.
well — no, i want to introduce you. at some point. if you want to be introduced.