[For the first time he really looks at his Stand and thinks what it must be like to feel that, all that too much all the time, and not be able to control it. It sounds like hell to him, and he feels a stab of - not quite pity, but something close.]
[Carefully, he finishes the third braid and lets it fall, leans back against Star's chest again and reaches out to cup his Stand's cold cheek. He's always looked so much like an insect, which made him seem detached, but now that he's paying attention, he can feel the fear there.]
I always thought he came to me for warmth. That that was why he always wanted to have an arm around me if he could. But . . . when I get angry, it seems like that makes him open up and not be able to shut down again. That's why I said volatile.
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[For the first time he really looks at his Stand and thinks what it must be like to feel that, all that too much all the time, and not be able to control it. It sounds like hell to him, and he feels a stab of - not quite pity, but something close.]
[Carefully, he finishes the third braid and lets it fall, leans back against Star's chest again and reaches out to cup his Stand's cold cheek. He's always looked so much like an insect, which made him seem detached, but now that he's paying attention, he can feel the fear there.]
I always thought he came to me for warmth. That that was why he always wanted to have an arm around me if he could. But . . . when I get angry, it seems like that makes him open up and not be able to shut down again. That's why I said volatile.