[It's all he can think of to say, for a moment. Oh. Kakyoin never thought this horrible thing would be a stumbling block, and that makes him feel warm, brings a soft heat to his cheeks. But there's something more, Jotaro suspects, in the particulars of how Kakyoin chooses his words. Isn't there?
Because he doesn't say that the scars would make him unlovable. What he says is, I never thought you wouldn't love me.
You. Him. Jotaro.
It's not really about the scars at all, is it? It's about his belief in the way that Jotaro loves him, and realizing that feels good, too.]
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[It's all he can think of to say, for a moment. Oh. Kakyoin never thought this horrible thing would be a stumbling block, and that makes him feel warm, brings a soft heat to his cheeks. But there's something more, Jotaro suspects, in the particulars of how Kakyoin chooses his words. Isn't there?
Because he doesn't say that the scars would make him unlovable. What he says is, I never thought you wouldn't love me.
You. Him. Jotaro.
It's not really about the scars at all, is it? It's about his belief in the way that Jotaro loves him, and realizing that feels good, too.]
I know now. Because you told me.