[ His eyes widen a little. No. He isn't going to freak out. He's better than that, and if Adrian wanted him dead or under his thrall then he'd already know. Jotaro would already know, even if he's far too ready to give people chances they don't deserve. He counts the things he can feel. The heat of the mug in his hands. The carpet under his feet. The air going into his lungs cool and coming out warm. The distant sensation of Hierophant frozen in place, holding the pan under running water.

This isn't Dio. Yes, he's followed a beautiful man into a space devoid of anyone else and now they're a vampire. But that doesn't mean that this is Dio, it just means that he has an incredibly bad habit that he should really examine. Hierophant starts moving again, turning off the tap, and he manages not to call it to rush to his defense.

Jotaro would have warned him, if he'd known that he were going to visit Adrian. But he's being sneaky, going behind his back. So really, he deserves to be blindsided a little. ]

I- didn't. Find out that detail, I mean. I- apologise for opening the curtains, yesterday. That really was because the raccoon wanted the sun to fall on his pet bed, I swear. I was not trying to kill you.