[He doesn't say anything for a few seconds-- and then lets out a breath, raspy and broken, the catch of a sob there. Stupid. He doesn't want to cry; he's cried so much these past few days. It's not that he minds crying in front of Jotaro, but god, he's so tired of it. And to be brought to tears by something like that--
It isn't just the declaration. Nor is it the knowledge that Jotaro really and truly means it-- that he'd do anything to make this right if he could, but he can't. It's just-- the fact of it, maybe, weighing down on him, heavy and hard, hitting him after three months of delusions.
When, he always says. When Abdul comes, when he gets here, and in the back of his mind he's got a thousand things he wants to show him, all the little joys and wonders he's found while coming here. Look, they're dating; look, there's an arcade; look, I have someone who calls me Papa and loves me. But what all that boils down to, what it truly means, is: look: I didn't lose you.]
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It isn't just the declaration. Nor is it the knowledge that Jotaro really and truly means it-- that he'd do anything to make this right if he could, but he can't. It's just-- the fact of it, maybe, weighing down on him, heavy and hard, hitting him after three months of delusions.
When, he always says. When Abdul comes, when he gets here, and in the back of his mind he's got a thousand things he wants to show him, all the little joys and wonders he's found while coming here. Look, they're dating; look, there's an arcade; look, I have someone who calls me Papa and loves me. But what all that boils down to, what it truly means, is: look: I didn't lose you.]
I miss him so much, Jotaro.