[Well, because a lot of things. Because when Giorno goes on a tear, it's hard as hell to stop him once he's started. Because the blows exchanged have made him think (inevitably) of his stepfather, and that's made him feel helpless even though he isn't, and that's made him angrier. Because he can tell, once time resumes, that it's stopped, and he hates that, that Jotaro feels the need to take a break from him, as though he's a real enemy.]
[So he opens his mouth to yell more, and then - just that quiet voice, getting quieter.]
[Uncertain, he glances up at Star Platinum as if for confirmation (of what? he doesn't even know that), and then presses his lips together and tucks his hair behind his ear, leans in to brush Jotaro's hair away from his forehead, anger not gone but combined with something else, something softer and infinitely more vulnerable.]
I don't want to watch you kill yourself.
[There's been too much of that. Too much. He presses his lips together, and then - takes Jotaro's hand in both of his, clasps it tightly, rests his forehead against their joined fingers.]
Tell me what, exactly. Tell me, and - tell me what I did that scared you. If I don't know, I can't keep from doing it again.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Jotaro, this - this isn't that kind of fight.
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[Well, because a lot of things. Because when Giorno goes on a tear, it's hard as hell to stop him once he's started. Because the blows exchanged have made him think (inevitably) of his stepfather, and that's made him feel helpless even though he isn't, and that's made him angrier. Because he can tell, once time resumes, that it's stopped, and he hates that, that Jotaro feels the need to take a break from him, as though he's a real enemy.]
[So he opens his mouth to yell more, and then - just that quiet voice, getting quieter.]
[Uncertain, he glances up at Star Platinum as if for confirmation (of what? he doesn't even know that), and then presses his lips together and tucks his hair behind his ear, leans in to brush Jotaro's hair away from his forehead, anger not gone but combined with something else, something softer and infinitely more vulnerable.]
I don't want to watch you kill yourself.
[There's been too much of that. Too much. He presses his lips together, and then - takes Jotaro's hand in both of his, clasps it tightly, rests his forehead against their joined fingers.]
Tell me what, exactly. Tell me, and - tell me what I did that scared you. If I don't know, I can't keep from doing it again.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Jotaro, this - this isn't that kind of fight.