[ He wraps a curl around one finger. It’s as close to doing something absentmindedly as he is capable of getting, which is to say that he’s not very close to that at all.
And he falls quiet, because the back and forth teasing is nice and makes everything seem normal and real, but the quiet is the warm, sleepy, comfortable and safe sort of heavy. It’s a quality he’s only ever known silence to have a few times. All on their journey. On the better nights. He inches forward until his knees are brushing against Jotaro’s head, still stroking his hair, heartbeat slow and perfectly even, like it’s rehearsed its lines as carefully as the rest of him.. ]
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[ He wraps a curl around one finger. It’s as close to doing something absentmindedly as he is capable of getting, which is to say that he’s not very close to that at all.
And he falls quiet, because the back and forth teasing is nice and makes everything seem normal and real, but the quiet is the warm, sleepy, comfortable and safe sort of heavy. It’s a quality he’s only ever known silence to have a few times. All on their journey. On the better nights. He inches forward until his knees are brushing against Jotaro’s head, still stroking his hair, heartbeat slow and perfectly even, like it’s rehearsed its lines as carefully as the rest of him.. ]