[ There’s an equilibrium to it. A push and a pull. Call and response. The tension leaves him and twists into Jotaro, both for the same reason. Makes him limp and boneless in a way that dead bodies never are. Makes Jotaro's breath tear its way out of him like it’s barbed. And he’s not quite crying and Jotaro’s not quite crying and really neither of them are crying because crying is a verb and a verb implies action. This isn’t action. What they’re doing is stopping. Letting themselves not be strong. Surrendering to gravity. The tears are just happening, no more a result of their actions than the fact that their feet are touching the ground.
The fact that Jotaro’s feet are touching the roof, at least.
He reaches up, because it’s Jotaro’s arms holding his weight really. His own are superfluous. His arms feel like lead hands on the end of thread-arms spun from dust and spiderwebs, but eventually he settles a hand at the back of Jotaro’s head. Strands of thick, dark hair curl around his fingers, bones hidden in long grass. ]
Let’s go inside. I only came up here to give the two of you some privacy.
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The fact that Jotaro’s feet are touching the roof, at least.
He reaches up, because it’s Jotaro’s arms holding his weight really. His own are superfluous. His arms feel like lead hands on the end of thread-arms spun from dust and spiderwebs, but eventually he settles a hand at the back of Jotaro’s head. Strands of thick, dark hair curl around his fingers, bones hidden in long grass. ]
Let’s go inside. I only came up here to give the two of you some privacy.