[He doesn't wait for permission, then; there is such a thing as too much delicacy, and he crosses the space between them in defiance of caution because that's what instinct tells him to do. That's the right thing, or at least the righter thing than standing over here with an echo chamber between him and his only blood brother.]
[So he demolishes it, steps over it, leans up on his toes and wraps his arms around Jotaro and holds him tightly, because no, no, never, not in a million years could he ever be.]
You would never hurt me. Not ever. I will never, ever be afraid of you.
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[He doesn't wait for permission, then; there is such a thing as too much delicacy, and he crosses the space between them in defiance of caution because that's what instinct tells him to do. That's the right thing, or at least the righter thing than standing over here with an echo chamber between him and his only blood brother.]
[So he demolishes it, steps over it, leans up on his toes and wraps his arms around Jotaro and holds him tightly, because no, no, never, not in a million years could he ever be.]
You would never hurt me. Not ever. I will never, ever be afraid of you.