[He pressed his lips together tightly, looking out with a pinched expression over the city. He liked the coffee shop for what it was, and that was where he'd ended up earlier, right after he took Dio home. He'd done what he wasn't supposed to do, sat in the back alone with a cup of coffee and run his thumb along the rim of the mug, just thinking and thinking, except not thinking at all.]
[He'd been tired then, but he wasn't now. Now he was just sorry. For Dio, for living the life he was certain he'd lived; for Kakyoin, for having to be here, doing this, having to push himself so hard.]
I checked the network, after. I didn't realize it was still broadcasting, when I . . . I should have been more careful, I knew it had upset Jotaro and I knew it would upset you but I was - angry.
[So angry. He scared himself a little, too. It was the same anger he felt when he saw a child on the street, but worse, because Dio was the inverse of himself, pushing outward where he pulled himself in. It hurt, knowing him like that, knowing why he said what he said, why he looked away when he did, why his anger happened - all the futility rolling in his blood.]
[Useless.]
I'm sorry for that, Kakyoin, I want to be more careful. But I won't apologize anymore.
[He squeezes Hierophant again, and then, on impulse, leans up and kisses Kakyoin on the cheek. It's a gesture more for his own comfort than anything else; he doesn't know how to say I'm proud of you in words right now, because he thinks he might have used all of them up, but he is and it needs to be known.]
I want to help you. I would want to help you even if you couldn't help me in return, because we're family and that's what family does. We support each other, no matter what, no matter how hard it is.
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[He pressed his lips together tightly, looking out with a pinched expression over the city. He liked the coffee shop for what it was, and that was where he'd ended up earlier, right after he took Dio home. He'd done what he wasn't supposed to do, sat in the back alone with a cup of coffee and run his thumb along the rim of the mug, just thinking and thinking, except not thinking at all.]
[He'd been tired then, but he wasn't now. Now he was just sorry. For Dio, for living the life he was certain he'd lived; for Kakyoin, for having to be here, doing this, having to push himself so hard.]
I checked the network, after. I didn't realize it was still broadcasting, when I . . . I should have been more careful, I knew it had upset Jotaro and I knew it would upset you but I was - angry.
[So angry. He scared himself a little, too. It was the same anger he felt when he saw a child on the street, but worse, because Dio was the inverse of himself, pushing outward where he pulled himself in. It hurt, knowing him like that, knowing why he said what he said, why he looked away when he did, why his anger happened - all the futility rolling in his blood.]
[Useless.]
I'm sorry for that, Kakyoin, I want to be more careful. But I won't apologize anymore.
[He squeezes Hierophant again, and then, on impulse, leans up and kisses Kakyoin on the cheek. It's a gesture more for his own comfort than anything else; he doesn't know how to say I'm proud of you in words right now, because he thinks he might have used all of them up, but he is and it needs to be known.]
I want to help you. I would want to help you even if you couldn't help me in return, because we're family and that's what family does. We support each other, no matter what, no matter how hard it is.