[ Whatever tension was in him from trying to word his apprehensions fades at that growl. He's not quite certain why, but he would be as confident as he ever is with uncertainty at guessing 'something to do with the moon'. For the moment, he doesn't have it in him to question it. Not when he's falling still at Jotaro's touch. Not when there's an almost-kiss trapping his lip between Jotaro's.
He doesn't say anything at first, because if he speaks then his lips will move. He'll break contact. He can't say anything until he slips the hand he was using to scratch Jotaro's ears behind his head, pushing it forward just a little more. Just enough so that when he does speak, there's no space between them. His lips move against Jotaro's, speech slightly distorted by a second pair of lips in the way of it. ]
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He doesn't say anything at first, because if he speaks then his lips will move. He'll break contact. He can't say anything until he slips the hand he was using to scratch Jotaro's ears behind his head, pushing it forward just a little more. Just enough so that when he does speak, there's no space between them. His lips move against Jotaro's, speech slightly distorted by a second pair of lips in the way of it. ]
Do it properly.