[He looks up silently for a moment — up, because despite their difference in heights he's naturally slouching in solidarity, holding himself low and unobtrusive and steady — and regards Polnareff as he looks away, the heat under his skin, and —
this is bullshit, jotaro, i feel betrayed i know, that's why it's the worst part so i just have to deal with it? i hate this emotion
— and before he can think better of it, he makes the circle more tangible, more visible; he reaches for the cigarette and plucks it from Polnareff's mouth, just long enough to take a drag on it himself before offering it back.
Around and around, like Hamon in the blood. Everything is circles, everything important.]
Yeah.
[He lets a beat pass, and then —]
You're the thing we had in common, the night we first met him. You were the very first bridge between us.
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this is bullshit, jotaro, i feel betrayed
i know, that's why it's the worst part
so i just have to deal with it? i hate this emotion
— and before he can think better of it, he makes the circle more tangible, more visible; he reaches for the cigarette and plucks it from Polnareff's mouth, just long enough to take a drag on it himself before offering it back.
Around and around, like Hamon in the blood. Everything is circles, everything important.]
Yeah.
[He lets a beat pass, and then —]
You're the thing we had in common, the night we first met him. You were the very first bridge between us.