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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[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.