[It'd be so much easier, maybe, if he could ever just admit to that. He doesn't know why it's so hard, why trying those simple, basic words feel like they're barbed on every edge, like he's got spines in his throat like a turtle to prevent them from ever escaping even when he almost wants them to. Wouldn't it be easier if he could just admit — what? I'm scared, I'm hurt, I'm betrayed, I'm a mess? He's supposed to be getting better about this but it feels like he's just had another hundred pounds of weight dropped onto his shoulders.
Giorno is the exception to that. Giorno's so short he just barely comes up to Jotaro's chin but he's holding on tight in support, and it feels like it, too. Giorno, who calls him fratello and reminds him at his worst moments that family is a circle of support. Yeah, okay. That's why he's here.
Yeah. He believes that. So that's one thing he can put his faith in.]
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Giorno is the exception to that. Giorno's so short he just barely comes up to Jotaro's chin but he's holding on tight in support, and it feels like it, too. Giorno, who calls him fratello and reminds him at his worst moments that family is a circle of support. Yeah, okay. That's why he's here.
Yeah. He believes that. So that's one thing he can put his faith in.]
I told her I trusted her to handle it.
[His shoulders sag, very slightly.]
So much for that.