[It sounds, to Giorno, like a confession. Jotaro seems to him the sort of person who likes to present himself to the world as - not uncaring, but somewhat distant from concerns like what he's going to do next week, next month, next year. It reminds him of the other thing that Bruno had said - he's looking for something.]

[Jotaro is absolutely looking for something. Or looking for permission to carry on with his life, even after everything he's left behind, all the people and the innocence he's lost.]

[Giorno doesn't allow Jotaro the mercy of looking away. He does, however, change the subject slightly, for all that he wants to lay his hand over Jotaro's and tell him he can figure it out, that there's time, that he has a future no matter how guilty that makes him feel.]

One of my . . . [He wonders what the word is; finally settles on:] Brothers. He missed a lot of school, did a lot of fighting. He didn't have a lot of direction, either. I don't think he really wanted it.

He wanted support, though. I think everyone does; it's just a matter of allowing yourself to take it when it's offered. And Bruno offered it, freely and without judgment. So he was able to build a life out of the mess other people had made of his.

[Taking another sip, he lets his eyes fall to the tabletop briefly.]

Do you know what you want to do? [Because there is a difference between supposed to and want to.]