[His kneejerk reaction is, of course, to fixate on the issue of Polnareff's legs. And he almost does, too; the words make it right to the tip of his tongue, and it's all too tempting to let them free — you can't, I've got every excuse, don't say that, are you just an idiot.

But then he slowly realizes that it's just Polnareff doing it again. Polnareff saying it's all right, I'm all right, in a different way with different words. Like he's going to keep saying it and saying it until he can get Jotaro to believe it.

And he doesn't, not really, but he wants to.]

You...couldn't get girls when you were at full height. How the hell do you think you're going to get any when you're half a meter shorter?

[...That was terrible. Petty, rude. Insensitive. A cheap shot.

He catches himself holding his breath, subconsciously praying Polnareff will catch what he meant.]