[He almost hates the way the chroma blooms between them as he pulls Adrian into his arms, so warm and familiar and entirely dissonant with the tenor of the situation. It feels good, and it feels wrong that it feels good; it turns his stomach that the sweet drug of moonlacing starts to soften his own agitation that way.
But maybe it will help Adrian to find some sort of relief, the moonlacing along with the physical comfort. He tips his head and presses kisses against Adrian's hair, his forehead, his cheeks; he tastes the wet salt on his face and tries to nuzzle it away.
Someone did this, he eventually decides as quiet fury starts to simmer in his blood. Adrian will tell him, in his own time. Or maybe he won't, and that's his right. But whatever this is, whatever has frightened and wounded him so badly — someone did it, and god help them if Jotaro ever finds them, because no one else will.
But that's not important right now. Right now he just holds Adrian and lets him cry himself out, holding his hand and stroking his back.]
I'll put you in your coffin if you fall asleep, okay?
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But maybe it will help Adrian to find some sort of relief, the moonlacing along with the physical comfort. He tips his head and presses kisses against Adrian's hair, his forehead, his cheeks; he tastes the wet salt on his face and tries to nuzzle it away.
Someone did this, he eventually decides as quiet fury starts to simmer in his blood. Adrian will tell him, in his own time. Or maybe he won't, and that's his right. But whatever this is, whatever has frightened and wounded him so badly — someone did it, and god help them if Jotaro ever finds them, because no one else will.
But that's not important right now. Right now he just holds Adrian and lets him cry himself out, holding his hand and stroking his back.]
I'll put you in your coffin if you fall asleep, okay?
[His words are a whisper, barely audible.]
And I won't leave. Not until you tell me to.