[He, too, adjusts slightly, watching as color ripples through Rohan's scales — green this time, rather than the purple he'd seen before, and it makes him wonder what might be causing the difference between the two — and adjusts his body temperature in response to the brief flickers of chill when he feels them.]
You're turning colors again.
[And maybe that's not really relevant, but it's easy to say, and every word comes heavily-laden with unusually deep affection. Jotaro, under normal circumstances, is usually the furthest thing from open with his feelings, but this time there's no mistaking them — and, as usual, they're coming in a different language than the spoken word.]
I like us. ...This. I don't have to be able to find the right words for what it is to know that it's what I want.
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[He, too, adjusts slightly, watching as color ripples through Rohan's scales — green this time, rather than the purple he'd seen before, and it makes him wonder what might be causing the difference between the two — and adjusts his body temperature in response to the brief flickers of chill when he feels them.]
You're turning colors again.
[And maybe that's not really relevant, but it's easy to say, and every word comes heavily-laden with unusually deep affection. Jotaro, under normal circumstances, is usually the furthest thing from open with his feelings, but this time there's no mistaking them — and, as usual, they're coming in a different language than the spoken word.]
I like us. ...This. I don't have to be able to find the right words for what it is to know that it's what I want.