[There was a moment when he thinks he'll have to shove her into Jotaro's arms. He doesn't want to do that, not because she's fragile - she isn't; nothing can hurt her without getting hurt itself - but because she doesn't deserve the jostling, and it might frighten her.]
[But Jotaro pulls through, like he almost always does, and Giorno ducks his chin and smiles, proud and pleased and thrilled and content and exhausted. Everything bad is going away. Everything. Just like this. Jotaro is talking to this otter like she's a little person who can understand him, and she's grabbing at him like she hasn't quite figured out where she begins and ends.]
[He'll be good to her, Giorno thinks. He'll take care of her . . . won't he.]
[Absently, he runs his fingers along his lips, through his hair. Little fidgets, not nervous, but remembering himself, where he begins and ends. Sometimes it's hard to know. Harder when Jotaro looks at him like that, like he's done something amazing.]
[Me?]
[Blinking slowly, he half-shakes his head, then changes his mind and nods.]
Me too. It's . . . my favorite thing. Of all the things I can do.
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[But Jotaro pulls through, like he almost always does, and Giorno ducks his chin and smiles, proud and pleased and thrilled and content and exhausted. Everything bad is going away. Everything. Just like this. Jotaro is talking to this otter like she's a little person who can understand him, and she's grabbing at him like she hasn't quite figured out where she begins and ends.]
[He'll be good to her, Giorno thinks. He'll take care of her . . . won't he.]
[Absently, he runs his fingers along his lips, through his hair. Little fidgets, not nervous, but remembering himself, where he begins and ends. Sometimes it's hard to know. Harder when Jotaro looks at him like that, like he's done something amazing.]
[Me?]
[Blinking slowly, he half-shakes his head, then changes his mind and nods.]
Me too. It's . . . my favorite thing. Of all the things I can do.
She really likes you, Jotaro.