[ It would be terribly undignified to leap off the roof. Quick, yes, and it’s suddenly vitally important that Jotaro be near him as soon as possible, but undignified. Hierophant reaches up, away from Jotaro’s lips to stroke his cheek. Wriggles and weaves his way between his fingers before ropes of him coil around him. Lift him slowly, carefully upward until it can lower him softly onto the roof.
And then he just stares.
The problem with this, with doing things this way, is that the wind’s been taken out of his sails somewhat as far as dramatic reunions go. It feels kind of silly, reacting to Jotaro’s return as if he’d only just learned about it. Like he hasn’t known he’s back for a while now. He’s had time to second guess. To decide that running into his arms is inadvisable on a roof and kind of stupid-looking besides.
And what the fuck is he supposed to say? Should he ask after him? Clearly he’s well enough. Ask after Dio? He wouldn’t be anywhere near this calm if he wasn’t dead. Should he be angry, should he yell and demand to know why Jotaro didn’t take him with him? There’s no point. He knows.
Somewhere in the mess of figuring out step one of this whole whatever the fuck this is, his arm reaches out. He touches Jotaro’s shoulder. His fingers trail down over his arm until they reach hand. He exhales, and he smiles, and he wraps his hand around Jotaro’s. ]
About a quarter of all species of mammals are just different kinds of bats.
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And then he just stares.
The problem with this, with doing things this way, is that the wind’s been taken out of his sails somewhat as far as dramatic reunions go. It feels kind of silly, reacting to Jotaro’s return as if he’d only just learned about it. Like he hasn’t known he’s back for a while now. He’s had time to second guess. To decide that running into his arms is inadvisable on a roof and kind of stupid-looking besides.
And what the fuck is he supposed to say? Should he ask after him? Clearly he’s well enough. Ask after Dio? He wouldn’t be anywhere near this calm if he wasn’t dead. Should he be angry, should he yell and demand to know why Jotaro didn’t take him with him? There’s no point. He knows.
Somewhere in the mess of figuring out step one of this whole whatever the fuck this is, his arm reaches out. He touches Jotaro’s shoulder. His fingers trail down over his arm until they reach hand. He exhales, and he smiles, and he wraps his hand around Jotaro’s. ]
About a quarter of all species of mammals are just different kinds of bats.
[ If in doubt, trivia. ]