Someone has to be the bad influence. And you're terrible at it.

[ He doesn't need to move much to kiss Jotaro. Just an inch or so, to brush their lips together. Just a little further to press harder so they seal properly and he can taste his stupid stale not-slept-properly-in-far-too-long breath. He breaks eye contact by closing his eyes as he does, and he doesn't open them again for a few seconds after the kiss is broken.

His mouth isn't pressed thin anymore. ]

I don't know how long it'll be before I can travel. It might be months. Years. [ He pauses awkwardly, because he wants two things at once and they're not compatible. One, Jotaro would give him in a heartbeat. The other- ]

I don't want you to wait for me. I want you to go to America and take him with you and let me catch up.