[But it isn't unhappy. Far from it. Leave it to Jotaro to bring him out of his anxiety and terror and grief with just one joke-- or maybe not a joke, actually, given how everyone leans in this house. Polnareff grins, and-- okay, yeah, he can't just throw himself into it headfirst, there's definitely heat on his cheeks and a slight hesitation in his words, but at least he's pleased.
(What it would be like to kiss Abdul, he cannot yet tell Jotaro, is that it would be full of heat. Not just the heat of kissing, no, but he'd brushed up against Abdul enough times to know the other man runs hot. Even in the cold desert nights, his skin was always warm, his touches lingering on Polnareff's skin long after he'd pulled away, and so surely kissing him would be like kissing fire, like--
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[But it isn't unhappy. Far from it. Leave it to Jotaro to bring him out of his anxiety and terror and grief with just one joke-- or maybe not a joke, actually, given how everyone leans in this house. Polnareff grins, and-- okay, yeah, he can't just throw himself into it headfirst, there's definitely heat on his cheeks and a slight hesitation in his words, but at least he's pleased.
(What it would be like to kiss Abdul, he cannot yet tell Jotaro, is that it would be full of heat. Not just the heat of kissing, no, but he'd brushed up against Abdul enough times to know the other man runs hot. Even in the cold desert nights, his skin was always warm, his touches lingering on Polnareff's skin long after he'd pulled away, and so surely kissing him would be like kissing fire, like--
Christ).]