[ A snap at the Stand's hand could have been in the cards if Rohan hadn't been with it enough to keep his teeth to himself. Ripping up his own mouth is a better price than risking doing something he would very much regret.

Slumping, he catches on something holding him up. His eyes blink open hard and... That's not Jotaro. Close but not really. His heart is chipping at the inside of his chest, his over-sized lungs needing to force and gasp his breaths as needed. ]

Everywhere. [ That's where it hurts, dummy. He sucks his lower lip in past his teeth again, not to bite on it but to pull away some of the blood seeping from it. ]

She-- [ He's pretty sure it was... ] I feel like I just got cockblocked by the Fog God. [ His hand no longer burns and he presses it to his cheek to sooth the flush in it with his cooler scales. ]

She told me... I did something and I earned a gift... [ Of which he has yet to take notice of but he sure is purple tonight. ] If making me never want to go on a date again is Her idea of a gift.

I'm fine. It... [ Rohan looks up at Jotaro standing across the way; he isn't surprised that he hasn't come over. ] Look. It's fine.