[Maybe this is what they'd meant. Jotaro and Kakyoin-- they'd kept saying shit like all he wants is you, just be yourself, and he hadn't understood it, but maybe this right here is what they'd meant. What he had to be was what he was: not someone who was right all the time, who knew what to say and how to say it and was always clever-- but someone sturdy. An emotional rock. Someone who could absorb all those fears and worries and tears and, if not make it entirely better, at least keep everyone going.
Well, shit, he could do that. That's easy. That's not always being three steps ahead like Jotaro, or analytically and tactically clever like Kakyoin. That's just being him. Call it whatever title you wanted-- although consigliere, for the record, was a pretty damn misleading title. Emotional rock was far more accurate. He could appreciate why thirty-six year old Polnareff wanted the former and not the latter, but twenty-two year old Polnareff could have used the clarification, thanks-- but it was just doing shit he already did.
Carefully, he cards his fingers through Giorno's hair, gazing at the wall.]
'M glad I got to meet you early. Even if it's been weird and kind of mixed up and this city is really getting on my nerves with all this weird shit, I'm really happy.
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[Maybe this is what they'd meant. Jotaro and Kakyoin-- they'd kept saying shit like all he wants is you, just be yourself, and he hadn't understood it, but maybe this right here is what they'd meant. What he had to be was what he was: not someone who was right all the time, who knew what to say and how to say it and was always clever-- but someone sturdy. An emotional rock. Someone who could absorb all those fears and worries and tears and, if not make it entirely better, at least keep everyone going.
Well, shit, he could do that. That's easy. That's not always being three steps ahead like Jotaro, or analytically and tactically clever like Kakyoin. That's just being him. Call it whatever title you wanted-- although consigliere, for the record, was a pretty damn misleading title. Emotional rock was far more accurate. He could appreciate why thirty-six year old Polnareff wanted the former and not the latter, but twenty-two year old Polnareff could have used the clarification, thanks-- but it was just doing shit he already did.
Carefully, he cards his fingers through Giorno's hair, gazing at the wall.]
'M glad I got to meet you early. Even if it's been weird and kind of mixed up and this city is really getting on my nerves with all this weird shit, I'm really happy.