[He throws his arm over him, lifts his head so Jotaro can fit more comfortably against him. Idly, his fingers drag along his back, an action soothing both to give and receive. They're both too young for this kind of talk, he thinks. They shouldn't be having it. They should be talking about girls (or boys), or about where they're going drinking, or-- stupid shit. Anything, really, except for things like this. Things like you make it easier to not feel that so much.]
Good.
[Murmured, and he sets his chin down atop Jotaro's head, staring at nothing.]
'M glad we've got these stupid watches. Means I can distract you way more easily now.
[And distract himself. They can go back and forth, fucking around without having to think, and that's relief unto itself. And speaking of distraction-- blindly he reaches, groping for the cigarette, because it's his turn, thanks.]
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Good.
[Murmured, and he sets his chin down atop Jotaro's head, staring at nothing.]
'M glad we've got these stupid watches. Means I can distract you way more easily now.
[And distract himself. They can go back and forth, fucking around without having to think, and that's relief unto itself. And speaking of distraction-- blindly he reaches, groping for the cigarette, because it's his turn, thanks.]