[The way Adrian moves is something close to a sprint, yet despite its speed he somehow manages to be graceful, hardly jostling Jotaro. It comes naturally to him, strength and speed all part of his being.
When he can tell they're getting closer to his apartment, he starts to slow down, but the grace does not stop.]
[Yes. No. No, but yes, but yes. Yes. He doesn't, but he does.
After a little while, he lifts his head and looks around, blinking when he discovers that they've covered a lot more ground than he realized. Adrian must be worried, to go so fast so nimbly.
He sucks in a deep breath, but doesn't release it again for what feels like a long time.]
They brought Kakyoin here.
[His fingers curl lightly into the fabric of Adrian's shirt, holding on just a little bit tighter.]
He's all fucked up and I can't fix it. I just make it worse.
[This time, when he breathes in, he's sniffling back tears.]
I left him the apartment. So I'm not there. So I'm not making him cry anymore.
[Though Adrian's steps do not falter, his expression slides into something neutral. His heart sinks a little, not unlike the way he felt cold and distant as he watched Trevor and Sypha ride off on their wagon together to horizons unknown, their adventures waiting for them. It's an irrational panic, his mind wondering is this it, am I going to be replaced, or was I stand-in? No, he knows Jotaro wouldn't, but his heart suddenly feels so heavy--
But then he remembers Jotaro's pain, which is infinitely more important.]
Tell me more when you've calmed.
[There's a pause, then he assures softly:] You can vent however you'd like. I'm here, Jojo.
I thought he was going to hate me but this is worse...
[There are tears, now. His cheeks are wet, but it's all silent. He doesn't wail or sob or cry out. There just isn't enough room in his eyes to hold them all, that's all it is. They're spilling over because the surface tension isn't enough to keep them in place.]
Just telling him about Jolyne made him run away from me.
[There's still a hiccup of anxiety deep in Adrian's heart, but he finds a familiarity in being stoic, being overly calm.]
We're almost there.
[Fortunately, Adrian's speed makes it an easy thing to get back home. After shifting Jotaro's weight into one arm, he unlocks the door and shoulders it open to head inside.]
[It's embarrassing, though, isn't it? Being carried all the way home. Even if it makes him feel calm, seeing Adrian's strength in action like this, knowing he's wrapped up and cherished and it's safe to not be okay.]
...Yeah. Please don't let me go.
[He doesn't look up, not even to try to spot Trevor the raccoon like he usually does.]
I also haven't experienced death the way he has, only to be told possibly by the person I love that he has a daughter in the future. He might feel inconsequential right now.
[Because Adrian would. He almost did when Jotaro told him. He does a bit right now.]
I'm not saying you were wrong to tell him. But I think there is... much he's dealing with in retrospect.
[Adrian gently shoos Trevor away, going to sit on the couch with Jotaro in his lap.]
[He settles when Adrian sinks down onto the couch, shifting against him so that his weight isn't crushing his thigh, and adjusting until he can get his head on Adrian's shoulder again.]
I just didn't want him to hear about it from anyone but me.
[He closes his eyes.]
I didn't want you to hear about him from anybody but me, either. But I didn't...call you because of that. That wasn't the reason, is what I mean.
[He tries to keep his breathing slow. Tries to reel back some of the pressure in his throat and the heat in his eyes. It works, a little, because Adrian is strong and familiar and close, and he can still pick up the faint scent of roses when he tries.]
I called because I needed you. I just...wanted you to hold on to me, and not let me go. So then maybe I could think that it'll be okay.
Time is what will heal it, I think. But you... should be there when he needs you.
[Though his heart is still troubled, Adrian ultimately chooses between his love for Jotaro and the jealousy he has: he chooses to support Jotaro, to hold him and stroke his back, then reaches up to pet his hair.]
It will be, Jojo. It won't be easy, but it will be okay.
[Isn't that a funny, ironic phrase. Time will heal it. Time is what did it in the first place, isn't it?
Still, thinking of it reminds him of something else, and he rubs his cheek against Adrian's shoulder.]
You know what I keep thinking about. By the fountain, I was thinking.
[The fingers in his hair are so familiar, so soft.]
Remember when you told me that we've known each other longer than you knew Trevor in Wallachia? I realized...I've been yours longer than I've known him.
[It is, on some level, the same question he'd been tripped up on before, months ago. What if I only feel this way because he died? Now Kakyoin is here and he still doesn't have an answer. It didn't feel warm and easy being around him, but how could it, with everything else in the way? It didn't consume him like loving Adrian consumes him.
But Hierophant had wrapped around his wrist.
But he can still hear a smile without even looking.
All of a sudden he feels a pang of deep empathy for Kakyoin needing to run and lock himself in the bathroom and throw up.]
I thought that might be the case. Even in the virtual reality, Hierophant came to help you. Didn't he?
[There's a faint bittersweet smile on his face, but he hand cups Jotaro's cheek tenderly anyway.]
I think it's also very possible he might have similar feelings. But that is not my place to address, regardless. He is a friend of yours, and that's enough to have reason to want to help him.
[He lifts his head enough to look Adrian in the eyes, a little startled, but not enough to draw away from the comforting hand on his cheek.]
I never told you that was — ...you knew?
[It's not that it's a difficult thing to guess, being green and all, but still. Did he tell him? He doesn't remember. Everything is so muddled right now, he can barely remember his own name.]
Yeah. That was Hierophant. He...wasn't there, in the real one.
You didn't say anything, but I eventually figured it out. I saw the tendrils, and I remember the way his Stand was described to me. That and he's called Hierophant Green.
[There's a wry smile on his face.]
I didn't think so. It was you, looking for... I don't know. Support? Just as I was seeking comfort and we went to my mother's cottage.
...He had two arms. You were holding one of them. So...someone had to have the other.
[It's sort of accurate, he realizes belatedly. Peel off another layer of that explanation, and one might find something deeper still; the unconscious sentiment that it should have been all three of them killing that bastard, working together to put that nightmare to rest once and for all.
But he finds a slight, shallow laugh, and some of the tension eases out of his shoulders.]
Comfort, huh. Here I thought you just wanted to put me through your mom's scrutiny.
That's fair. And never could one underestimate her. She was a fierce woman when she wanted to be.
[There is a brief pause, but he does lean in, slowly taking in the kiss. A reaffirmation, as if to say who they are to each other. Adrian closes his eyes, focusing on this feeling.
He knows Jotaro loves him. Knows that, despite the confused anxiety in his heart. But he also knows he's committed more than anything to Jotaro's happiness and comfort. That motivates him more than anything else.]
[It feels like some small fraction of the world comes back into alignment, when Adrian kisses him. It's familiar and it's warm. It feels good. It leaves Jotaro certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his feelings for Adrian haven't changed.
Because...he had been afraid of that, hadn't he? Deep down, in a place that he would never allow to come uncovered, there had been that fear that he would never give voice to. But no, now he can be certain — he doesn't want this any less now than he did before. Whatever else might have been in his heart at the time, these feelings grew and matured and are real.
But his mouth moves softly against Adrian's, and he feels more grounded than he had before. It won't be easy, but it'll be okay.
They both said that to him, didn't they. Adrian and Kakyoin both.
And they're both a lot smarter than he is, so he'd be pretty stupid not to try to take that insistence to heart.]
[Fingers gently comb and work through Jotaro's thick, dark hair, adoring the sensation of the curls along his touch. It's different than anyone else's that he's encountered.]
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[The way Adrian moves is something close to a sprint, yet despite its speed he somehow manages to be graceful, hardly jostling Jotaro. It comes naturally to him, strength and speed all part of his being.
When he can tell they're getting closer to his apartment, he starts to slow down, but the grace does not stop.]
Do you want to talk to me about what happened?
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After a little while, he lifts his head and looks around, blinking when he discovers that they've covered a lot more ground than he realized. Adrian must be worried, to go so fast so nimbly.
He sucks in a deep breath, but doesn't release it again for what feels like a long time.]
They brought Kakyoin here.
[His fingers curl lightly into the fabric of Adrian's shirt, holding on just a little bit tighter.]
He's all fucked up and I can't fix it. I just make it worse.
[This time, when he breathes in, he's sniffling back tears.]
I left him the apartment. So I'm not there. So I'm not making him cry anymore.
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[Though Adrian's steps do not falter, his expression slides into something neutral. His heart sinks a little, not unlike the way he felt cold and distant as he watched Trevor and Sypha ride off on their wagon together to horizons unknown, their adventures waiting for them. It's an irrational panic, his mind wondering is this it, am I going to be replaced, or was I stand-in? No, he knows Jotaro wouldn't, but his heart suddenly feels so heavy--
But then he remembers Jotaro's pain, which is infinitely more important.]
Tell me more when you've calmed.
[There's a pause, then he assures softly:] You can vent however you'd like. I'm here, Jojo.
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[There are tears, now. His cheeks are wet, but it's all silent. He doesn't wail or sob or cry out. There just isn't enough room in his eyes to hold them all, that's all it is. They're spilling over because the surface tension isn't enough to keep them in place.]
Just telling him about Jolyne made him run away from me.
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[There's still a hiccup of anxiety deep in Adrian's heart, but he finds a familiarity in being stoic, being overly calm.]
We're almost there.
[Fortunately, Adrian's speed makes it an easy thing to get back home. After shifting Jotaro's weight into one arm, he unlocks the door and shoulders it open to head inside.]
Do you want me to keep holding you?
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[It's embarrassing, though, isn't it? Being carried all the way home. Even if it makes him feel calm, seeing Adrian's strength in action like this, knowing he's wrapped up and cherished and it's safe to not be okay.]
...Yeah. Please don't let me go.
[He doesn't look up, not even to try to spot Trevor the raccoon like he usually does.]
Whatever you want. Just stay with me.
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[Because Adrian would. He almost did when Jotaro told him. He does a bit right now.]
I'm not saying you were wrong to tell him. But I think there is... much he's dealing with in retrospect.
[Adrian gently shoos Trevor away, going to sit on the couch with Jotaro in his lap.]
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I just didn't want him to hear about it from anyone but me.
[He closes his eyes.]
I didn't want you to hear about him from anybody but me, either. But I didn't...call you because of that. That wasn't the reason, is what I mean.
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[He laughs dryly.]
Then what was the reason?
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[He tries to keep his breathing slow. Tries to reel back some of the pressure in his throat and the heat in his eyes. It works, a little, because Adrian is strong and familiar and close, and he can still pick up the faint scent of roses when he tries.]
I called because I needed you. I just...wanted you to hold on to me, and not let me go. So then maybe I could think that it'll be okay.
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[Though his heart is still troubled, Adrian ultimately chooses between his love for Jotaro and the jealousy he has: he chooses to support Jotaro, to hold him and stroke his back, then reaches up to pet his hair.]
It will be, Jojo. It won't be easy, but it will be okay.
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Still, thinking of it reminds him of something else, and he rubs his cheek against Adrian's shoulder.]
You know what I keep thinking about. By the fountain, I was thinking.
[The fingers in his hair are so familiar, so soft.]
Remember when you told me that we've known each other longer than you knew Trevor in Wallachia? I realized...I've been yours longer than I've known him.
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[He laughs softly, but not with much humor in it. It's like an idle sound, his mind thinking about the entire matter.]
But you still love him. Don't you? I'm not asking to hurt you. But I suspect that it must be true. I would not begrudge you or him for that.
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[It is, on some level, the same question he'd been tripped up on before, months ago. What if I only feel this way because he died? Now Kakyoin is here and he still doesn't have an answer. It didn't feel warm and easy being around him, but how could it, with everything else in the way? It didn't consume him like loving Adrian consumes him.
But Hierophant had wrapped around his wrist.
But he can still hear a smile without even looking.
All of a sudden he feels a pang of deep empathy for Kakyoin needing to run and lock himself in the bathroom and throw up.]
I might.
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[There's a faint bittersweet smile on his face, but he hand cups Jotaro's cheek tenderly anyway.]
I think it's also very possible he might have similar feelings. But that is not my place to address, regardless. He is a friend of yours, and that's enough to have reason to want to help him.
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I never told you that was — ...you knew?
[It's not that it's a difficult thing to guess, being green and all, but still. Did he tell him? He doesn't remember. Everything is so muddled right now, he can barely remember his own name.]
Yeah. That was Hierophant. He...wasn't there, in the real one.
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[There's a wry smile on his face.]
I didn't think so. It was you, looking for... I don't know. Support? Just as I was seeking comfort and we went to my mother's cottage.
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[It's sort of accurate, he realizes belatedly. Peel off another layer of that explanation, and one might find something deeper still; the unconscious sentiment that it should have been all three of them killing that bastard, working together to put that nightmare to rest once and for all.
But he finds a slight, shallow laugh, and some of the tension eases out of his shoulders.]
Comfort, huh. Here I thought you just wanted to put me through your mom's scrutiny.
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[Adrian huffs and turns his head to kiss Jotaro's brow.]
Would you be more frightened of her or Dracula, I wonder? Both were able to be terrifying in their own ways after all.
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[The reply is instantaneous, and utterly no-nonsense.]
He'd at least give me a chance, if your mom liked me but he didn't. But if your mom didn't like me, then I'd really be in for it.
[Lightly, he hooks a finger beneath Adrian's chin and tips the angle of his head, seeking a proper kiss instead of a comforting one.]
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[There is a brief pause, but he does lean in, slowly taking in the kiss. A reaffirmation, as if to say who they are to each other. Adrian closes his eyes, focusing on this feeling.
He knows Jotaro loves him. Knows that, despite the confused anxiety in his heart. But he also knows he's committed more than anything to Jotaro's happiness and comfort. That motivates him more than anything else.]
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[It feels like some small fraction of the world comes back into alignment, when Adrian kisses him. It's familiar and it's warm. It feels good. It leaves Jotaro certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his feelings for Adrian haven't changed.
Because...he had been afraid of that, hadn't he? Deep down, in a place that he would never allow to come uncovered, there had been that fear that he would never give voice to. But no, now he can be certain — he doesn't want this any less now than he did before. Whatever else might have been in his heart at the time, these feelings grew and matured and are real.
But his mouth moves softly against Adrian's, and he feels more grounded than he had before. It won't be easy, but it'll be okay.
They both said that to him, didn't they. Adrian and Kakyoin both.
And they're both a lot smarter than he is, so he'd be pretty stupid not to try to take that insistence to heart.]
Thank you for...taking care of me. I need it.
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[Fingers gently comb and work through Jotaro's thick, dark hair, adoring the sensation of the curls along his touch. It's different than anyone else's that he's encountered.]
I always will be when you need me.