[Again, he thinks of balking. Haven't they had too many emotions tonight? Sherry and Abdul and now this, this hot shameful thing he doesn't have a name for, and how much can he possibly be expected to feel in one night? But if he doesn't blurt it out now he's never going to-- or, worse, it'll come out in other ways, worse ways, and he can't take many more fights.]
Not-- not like that.
[He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to get his thoughts in some kind of order.]
Not like it's all I ever think about.
[God, and he can't do this like this, just lying here, staring at Jotaro. Polnareff glances away, twisting until he's lying on his back, until there's an inch of space between them.
That hadn't been an answer to Jotaro's question either. He does that a lot when they talk like this. Have you ever thought about kissing his user, Jotaro had asked, and he'd choked then too, alone in Dio's apartment.]
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Not-- not like that.
[He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to get his thoughts in some kind of order.]
Not like it's all I ever think about.
[God, and he can't do this like this, just lying here, staring at Jotaro. Polnareff glances away, twisting until he's lying on his back, until there's an inch of space between them.
That hadn't been an answer to Jotaro's question either. He does that a lot when they talk like this. Have you ever thought about kissing his user, Jotaro had asked, and he'd choked then too, alone in Dio's apartment.]
But-- sometimes, I guess.