He doesn't like it. If I sleep without him there. He hates that something might happen and he wouldn't be able to wake me. He tripped the janitor when I was under to get my eyes fixed. [ While Adrian sewed up his face stitch by tiny perfect stitch, still leaving scars but barely a shadow of the ones that had been there in a different time, and he didn't remember.

He could show Jotaro why Hierophant has that particular habit, here. Why he does it now every night when he never seemed to in hotel rooms before. But they've seen enough today. It doesn't matter anymore. It's enough to just say that Hierophant is protective. He'd make himself believe, if he knew, mess with his past self's head. Or he wouldn't, and it would just become one more thing to be not enough on a bad day. He could hold on to Jotaro instead, face still half buried in his neck, lips against that pale thin thorn-line.

Not kissing enough to count toward the total, but still kissing.

He could tell this Jotaro that the sky was green, and he'd at least look up to check before telling him he was full of shit. ]

Hierophant remembers him, then. [ This is after he comes here, but he doesn't need to remember to know. Hierophant encountering someone who sees stands while he's asleep and vulnerable and not immediately attacking means that he remembers. ] Of course he does. If any part of me would, it would be him.