[He shoves over, giving Jotaro plenty of room-- they've gotten this routine down pat now, they know just how to arrange arms and knees and heads so they both of them fit comfortably together. Three months and they've done this too many times on too many nights, and one of these days Polnareff thinks maybe he'll just move in next door, camp out in that giant bed of theirs, so as to save them all time and trouble.
It's easier to think of that than why he's got Jotaro pressed against him. He wishes he could linger there, caught in irrelevant thoughts, but that's not how this works. He's tried that again and again and it never sticks; his traitorous mind always goes back to the ache in his heart. His breathing has gone ragged and he closes his eyes tightly, shuddering in desperately suppressed grief.]
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It's easier to think of that than why he's got Jotaro pressed against him. He wishes he could linger there, caught in irrelevant thoughts, but that's not how this works. He's tried that again and again and it never sticks; his traitorous mind always goes back to the ache in his heart. His breathing has gone ragged and he closes his eyes tightly, shuddering in desperately suppressed grief.]