[ That's always the most important thing, isn't it? Always. That Jotaro has proof that they're there. That he has proof that they know that he's there.
Even if he could weave his way around the machine to rest against Jotaro's chest right now without being spectacularly uncomfortable, it would- maybe be a little much. He's rationing touch carefully. It seems correct, even if he can't quite out his finger on why. His own weight on Jotaro would be too much. But it's not the weight that's the proof. It's the heartbeat. The movement of his chest as he breathes in and out. And Hierophant can bear that into Jotaro easily enough. ]
He's going to move now. Just a little. If it's too much, he'll stop.
[ For a moment he pauses, and then he pulls his hand back. Rationing again. Trying not to do too much at once, because he only has the vaguest idea how this works and it's important. Important that he doesn't ruin this. These things that Jotaro and Adrian do are a house that isn't his, and he has to take his shoes off and be a proper guest if he's going to enter.
Hierophant pulses softly beneath Jotaro's skin. Swells and contracts. Swells and contracts, trying to match his own heartbeat. Applies and releases pressure over Jotaro's chest, the way his breathing would. His heartbeat. His breath. Just without his weight. ]
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[ That's always the most important thing, isn't it? Always. That Jotaro has proof that they're there. That he has proof that they know that he's there.
Even if he could weave his way around the machine to rest against Jotaro's chest right now without being spectacularly uncomfortable, it would- maybe be a little much. He's rationing touch carefully. It seems correct, even if he can't quite out his finger on why. His own weight on Jotaro would be too much. But it's not the weight that's the proof. It's the heartbeat. The movement of his chest as he breathes in and out. And Hierophant can bear that into Jotaro easily enough. ]
He's going to move now. Just a little. If it's too much, he'll stop.
[ For a moment he pauses, and then he pulls his hand back. Rationing again. Trying not to do too much at once, because he only has the vaguest idea how this works and it's important. Important that he doesn't ruin this. These things that Jotaro and Adrian do are a house that isn't his, and he has to take his shoes off and be a proper guest if he's going to enter.
Hierophant pulses softly beneath Jotaro's skin. Swells and contracts. Swells and contracts, trying to match his own heartbeat. Applies and releases pressure over Jotaro's chest, the way his breathing would. His heartbeat. His breath. Just without his weight. ]
See? I'm here.