[The relief that blooms in his chest is instantaneous. He isn't allowed to do this at home, not really, not like what Jotaro's suggesting. He isn't allowed to lose control ever. And maybe that's part of the problem, that he doesn't have outlets for the anger that he keeps a tight grip on but is still very much there, or for the fear that threatens to strangle him some days, or the grief like lead in the pit of his stomach.]
[He almost asks really? but doesn't, in the end, because he doesn't want to give even the slightest chance for Jotaro to take it back.]
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[He almost asks really? but doesn't, in the end, because he doesn't want to give even the slightest chance for Jotaro to take it back.]
I'll meet you on the beach in half an hour.