[And this, Jotaro knows, is a moment that could make or break Polnareff. He knows it profoundly, emphatically, in light of who's-his-face with the cheekbones and the manga sensation they'll never write with the girl who's Abdul in everything but gender. This is Polnareff having a hard time and trying his damnedest to attack it head-on anyway; this is why his Stand is the Chariot of the tarot, this determination to hurl himself at obstacles even when he's overtly, noticeably, unmistakably afraid of them.

If he's not careful, he'll ruin that charge and have nothing but a devastating crash on his hands instead.

He's glad that he's the one holding the cigarette at this point, because taking a drag on it himself buys him a few extra seconds that he means to use to search for words, but really just ends up thinking about how great Polnareff is so consistently, so perpetually, all of the time.]

I think you're probably right.

[His voice, he finds, is soft.]

I think when you're having a hard time, you always want the people who matter most to be near you instead of far away. I think...it's when you're having a hard time, that it's sometimes clearest who those people really are.