[He takes the cigarette first, pushes it between his lips and sucks like it's a lifeline. It's not a good habit for him, but there's only so many ways he can cope, and at least this one isn't half so self-destructive as alcohol.
Polnareff hesitates for a moment, and then reaches down, threading their fingers together.]
Yeah. Kind of. I mean, it's not--
[Not anything new, and he'd bring up Rolf if he'd known Jotaro had known.]
More like I don't want to feel like this. Not ever, and not especially for him.
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Polnareff hesitates for a moment, and then reaches down, threading their fingers together.]
Yeah. Kind of. I mean, it's not--
[Not anything new, and he'd bring up Rolf if he'd known Jotaro had known.]
More like I don't want to feel like this. Not ever, and not especially for him.
[At least: not when he's not here.]