[He doesn't say, because at least I have my body back, although it's true. He doesn't say, because at least I have you here with me, although that's also true. There's nothing to say, no words that will make this suddenly all right. There's nothing that will stop this awful mixture of grief and rage; they just have to ride it out together. He'll let Jotaro rage and cry and when it subsides, he'll be there.
They've done it before, he and Jotaro, trading places as needed, leaning on each other too heavily and too often. He knows this dance.]
A lot has happened in thirteen years, Jotaro. Not all of it is bad, no matter what I look like.
[His voice is quiet, a little rough-- and he reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against Jotaro. He won't crowd him if touch isn't what he wants-- but it's an invitation.]
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They've done it before, he and Jotaro, trading places as needed, leaning on each other too heavily and too often. He knows this dance.]
A lot has happened in thirteen years, Jotaro. Not all of it is bad, no matter what I look like.
[His voice is quiet, a little rough-- and he reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against Jotaro. He won't crowd him if touch isn't what he wants-- but it's an invitation.]