[ He slots in next to Jotaro like a furious little jigsaw piece, and the effects are instant. The anger leaves him like an electrical current or a chroma one, flowing into Jotaro and dissipating into a soft warmth. Inefficient. But comfortable. Pleasant. He huffs instead of snapping, hiding his face in Jotaro's neck and letting the worst of the irritation leave him. ]

Ugh, I'll probably have to. But I'm going to fuck with them first. They already don't work. May as well try breaking them on purpose, see if that makes them play along the way they should.

[ He sighs, and it's almost contented. Jotaro feels like clean, soft t-shirt and smells like soap and he's radiating the heat from the shower like he's gone out of his way to make himself the best thing in the world to hold onto and it's already getting harder and harder to be anything but performatively irritable. ]

You're warm.