[Against Jotaro's throat, he smiles, nuzzling into his pulse and humming against him. He can't remember before meeting Jotaro when he'd last felt capable of being content. Everything felt empty, lonely, and helpless. That his life would be committed to a house of ghosts and memories.

He hasn't cried to himself at night in weeks.]

You make me... feel like I am a whole person. Even with the smallest of gestures.

Though it is your birthday, you have gifted me truly with your being here.