[He still clings to Jotaro, his fingers knotted in his shirt, because no matter how sure he is that Jotaro won't let him fall, it's still terrifying. But it's terrifying in a good way, like peering off the edge of a tall building-- his stomach swoops and drops, but it's all right, because there's something wonderfully secure about Jotaro's arms.]
This is amazing! Ahh, Christ, look at that--
[And he's happy, he really is. A little squirmy, maybe, as he twists to glance around, but: happy.]
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[He still clings to Jotaro, his fingers knotted in his shirt, because no matter how sure he is that Jotaro won't let him fall, it's still terrifying. But it's terrifying in a good way, like peering off the edge of a tall building-- his stomach swoops and drops, but it's all right, because there's something wonderfully secure about Jotaro's arms.]
This is amazing! Ahh, Christ, look at that--
[And he's happy, he really is. A little squirmy, maybe, as he twists to glance around, but: happy.]
Tell me you do this all the time.