[He's pleased and not all at once, that Jolyne is here. She has to be older than the eight year old Polnareff hears occasional updates on, if Jotaro is comfortable leaving her alone-- and that's a weird thought, and one he'll ask about later, but for now: Jotaro.
He could say more, of course. He could keep assuring, or he could distract, be bright and annoying until Jotaro felt comfortable enough to shut him up. But this-- this quiet petting, sitting together, overlooking this strange monstrous city-- feels good as well. So Polnareff sits, his feet kicking idly against the brick wall, and keeps his fingers working through Jotaro's hair.]
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[He's pleased and not all at once, that Jolyne is here. She has to be older than the eight year old Polnareff hears occasional updates on, if Jotaro is comfortable leaving her alone-- and that's a weird thought, and one he'll ask about later, but for now: Jotaro.
He could say more, of course. He could keep assuring, or he could distract, be bright and annoying until Jotaro felt comfortable enough to shut him up. But this-- this quiet petting, sitting together, overlooking this strange monstrous city-- feels good as well. So Polnareff sits, his feet kicking idly against the brick wall, and keeps his fingers working through Jotaro's hair.]