[Or maybe it was me, Jotaro thinks distantly, as once again the weight and terrible power of being able to alter the very fabric of reality bears down on him in an unpredictable way. Did Hierophant remember Adrian because he really remembered Adrian, or did Jotaro somehow subconsciously change things just to ensure that Adrian would be remembered? Did he do it because he knew deep down how much Adrian would hurt to be forgotten? He doesn't know. Maybe he'll never know. But it's not something to dwell on, not now.

Not when Kakyoin's mouth is moving slowly over the skin of his neck, caressing the scar line that makes him, once again, just a little bit more like Dio in a way that altogether doesn't matter. Kakyoin is his now, and not Dio's. That's worth it to focus on.]

Yeah. He remembers him. That's what Adrian was waiting for, all that time. For us to remember him on our own.

[And oh, how their vampire had looked at him as it had slowly occurred to him that he remembered. Centuries of hunger and the ache for intimacy all finally coming to a head, and how his pretty fangs had flashed when he'd finally smiled.]

And I need him, right then. Looking at him is when it hits me that it's over, and I...I just. I need him.