[People joke about it sometimes - how if anyone says anything on the network, Giorno knows about it. But the reason people joke about it is because it's easier to joke about it than fully acknowledge the fact that it's true. It's one of those things that hedges past nosy, past paranoid, and into invasive.]
[He sees nothing wrong with it. It's a necessity.]
[If he didn't do it, he'd miss things like this - the moment someone slips up and mentions oh yes, Jotaro Kujo, he's my great-grandson. He's a Joestar. He's a target.]
[It's funny how those things must look from the outside, from the perspective of a boy who's lived through war. That last part, He's a target, no one is thinking that. But from someone who's had to run, and fight for his life, and end it once, just to keep on going . . .]
[Suffice it to say he notices when Jotaro leaves the house, and he follows him. He notices when he makes a beeline towards the forest and follows him in there, too. He notices the tension in his shoulders most of all, even in the dark, and frowns to himself, careful to keep the gesture gentle, as gentle as something negative could ever be. Energy travels, even in the dark.]
[He lets Jotaro wear himself out, ready to step in as needed. He isn't needed. But when Jotaro is ready to leave, to turn and go to wherever his next stop is - whoever it is - there is Giorno, sitting silent and cross-legged on the path leading out of the forest, his fingers sunk deep into the bed of moss underneath him. Just waiting.]
action; Eventually, or in the Past
[People joke about it sometimes - how if anyone says anything on the network, Giorno knows about it. But the reason people joke about it is because it's easier to joke about it than fully acknowledge the fact that it's true. It's one of those things that hedges past nosy, past paranoid, and into invasive.]
[He sees nothing wrong with it. It's a necessity.]
[If he didn't do it, he'd miss things like this - the moment someone slips up and mentions oh yes, Jotaro Kujo, he's my great-grandson. He's a Joestar. He's a target.]
[It's funny how those things must look from the outside, from the perspective of a boy who's lived through war. That last part, He's a target, no one is thinking that. But from someone who's had to run, and fight for his life, and end it once, just to keep on going . . .]
[Suffice it to say he notices when Jotaro leaves the house, and he follows him. He notices when he makes a beeline towards the forest and follows him in there, too. He notices the tension in his shoulders most of all, even in the dark, and frowns to himself, careful to keep the gesture gentle, as gentle as something negative could ever be. Energy travels, even in the dark.]
[He lets Jotaro wear himself out, ready to step in as needed. He isn't needed. But when Jotaro is ready to leave, to turn and go to wherever his next stop is - whoever it is - there is Giorno, sitting silent and cross-legged on the path leading out of the forest, his fingers sunk deep into the bed of moss underneath him. Just waiting.]