[ The lean is reciprocated. Warm just like when he sits by his window in the daytime. His eyes are growing heavy and fall shut while Jotaro spins out his gushing over his stand. ]

I'll have to see. He will never be able to make my style look as perfect. [ No one can. Not even a copy machine. ] It would help my wrist if nothing else. I want to see how he works.

[ What he does next is this goofy instinctual forward lean that just looks bizarre and out of place. Something should be in front of him but it isn't there. He... Needs to put his chin on something. Snake things. He settles for a little turn of his head, sticking his chin right on Jotaro's shoulder the best he can which makes it look like he has his face almost buried in his neck. IT'S FINE.

There we go. ]

Stay here. I have a long week coming up. I need a nap.