[It shouldn't be reassuring. Being tied up shouldn't be something that's reassuring, and yet Hierophant's tendrils are a sensation all their own, slick and pliable where they glide over his skin in a way that nothing else could ever be. And for all that he's tired and recuperating, there's still the lingering remnants of something in Jotaro that respond when his limbs are drawn together and held in a certain way, not against his will but against his instinct.
He visibly relaxes. His eyelids droop; a full-chest sigh escapes his lips and makes him sag with it. He could escape these bonds, but he isn't going to. He could struggle against them, but he doesn't need to. He's safe, and snug, and tethered. It would be utterly impossible for him to even begin to entertain the notion that he's been left alone, like this.
He sighs again, breathy and blissful.]
It's good.
[Kakyoin hasn't let go of him. Kakyoin won't let him go until he's sure he's all right, and that thought warms him from the inside out, makes his heart skip a beat.]
Good. Whatever you need to do. I'll be okay like this.
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He visibly relaxes. His eyelids droop; a full-chest sigh escapes his lips and makes him sag with it. He could escape these bonds, but he isn't going to. He could struggle against them, but he doesn't need to. He's safe, and snug, and tethered. It would be utterly impossible for him to even begin to entertain the notion that he's been left alone, like this.
He sighs again, breathy and blissful.]
It's good.
[Kakyoin hasn't let go of him. Kakyoin won't let him go until he's sure he's all right, and that thought warms him from the inside out, makes his heart skip a beat.]
Good. Whatever you need to do. I'll be okay like this.