[It's only natural to assume that he's talking about his wounds. What else would he be thinking about fixing? It's the only thing Jotaro and his doppelganger are thinking about fixing, moving in perfect and utterly unintentional synchronization for this one — and only — unifying goal.]
Shh. Open your mouth.
[So says the one behind him, holding him tighter; it feels wrong to touch him when he's this injured, but that's the paradox of chroma, isn't it, that the more intimate the touch, the faster it can help heal.
The other crouches at his side, shucking off his hat and leaning in to bring Adrian's mouth close to his head wound, chosen solely because of how profusely it's bleeding, and coaxing the dripping blood onto his lips.]
no subject
Shh. Open your mouth.
[So says the one behind him, holding him tighter; it feels wrong to touch him when he's this injured, but that's the paradox of chroma, isn't it, that the more intimate the touch, the faster it can help heal.
The other crouches at his side, shucking off his hat and leaning in to bring Adrian's mouth close to his head wound, chosen solely because of how profusely it's bleeding, and coaxing the dripping blood onto his lips.]
Come on, Adrian. Drink. It's okay.