Right, just yours. You'll have to choose where you want to keep it.

[ He's uncharacteristically fond, uncharacteristically patient as he watches Star struggle with the comb. Mostly because it's Star and he can't exactly get impatient with him. Partially because the longer this takes, the longer Jotaro has to suffer and wait and that's funny. ]

Not quite. [ He's about to do it for him, but then thinks better of it, placing his hand on Star's instead of the comb and guiding it up to the one in his own hair. Letting him feel the way the teeth are buried in the hair. ] You can practice with mine, if you like.