[He nods. It's not a surprise, and he doesn't demand Jotaro tell him, much as he wants to. Whatever secrets there are, whatever's to come, he supposes he'll learn it when he does, if he does at all. Whatever other secrets the mansion holds, they none of them are things that will effect him-- or at least, not so drastically that Jotaro feels the need to tell him. So whatever comes in the future, at the very least, it will all end all right.

He takes the cigarette back. It tastes a little of Jotaro, which is such a familiar taste at this point so as not to really register. Jotaro, which means the taste of cigarettes and heat and a little bit of sweetness just at the end-- which is a strange thing to know about your friend, but there you have it.]

I'm glad you're here.

[He doesn't glance at him this time; just looks at the wall, idly. It's still plain white, and he thinks maybe he'll ask Jotaro later to help him paint.]

You're . . .

[How does he say this? Who else is there, he'd said earlier, and it'd been flippant, but it was also true. Famiglia, but that's Giorno's word.]

If we've got to go through all this shit, I'm glad you're the one I go through it with. And-- and I'm glad I can be here, now, for you.