Something he can't convince himself is different than what I mean. Not blunt, just...words.
[This makes sense. The motioning of his hand elaborates on all the sense it makes.
Star does, in fact, glance up when contact is made, even though it's not contact to himself directly, and the look on his face is curious, open and eager, but a touch tentative. The lines between battle and a lack of it are still something unpracticed in their nuances for him, but he learns from the experience and the observation, and he's watching intently now.
Giorno, Jotaro muses silently, is like Star — and he wonders, vaguely, if it's somehow that way for him in return, because Star is petrifying when he's cut loose, wild and uncontrolled and violent and thirsty for battle, but never once for single instant does he honestly believe that Giorno means him harm, any more than Star does.
And there's a distinction there. Meaning someone harm isn't the same as hurting them. One can happen by mistake; the other necessitates intent.
The moment he thinks of that is also the moment when Star finally smiles, bright and winning, and beams it in Giorno's direction.]
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[This makes sense. The motioning of his hand elaborates on all the sense it makes.
Star does, in fact, glance up when contact is made, even though it's not contact to himself directly, and the look on his face is curious, open and eager, but a touch tentative. The lines between battle and a lack of it are still something unpracticed in their nuances for him, but he learns from the experience and the observation, and he's watching intently now.
Giorno, Jotaro muses silently, is like Star — and he wonders, vaguely, if it's somehow that way for him in return, because Star is petrifying when he's cut loose, wild and uncontrolled and violent and thirsty for battle, but never once for single instant does he honestly believe that Giorno means him harm, any more than Star does.
And there's a distinction there. Meaning someone harm isn't the same as hurting them. One can happen by mistake; the other necessitates intent.
The moment he thinks of that is also the moment when Star finally smiles, bright and winning, and beams it in Giorno's direction.]
...You're going to do it out of a button?