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[starmark]

What it's like to be in love with me, huh...

[At first blush, it's almost the kind of thing that sounds like it ought to be a joke, except that the more he thinks about it the more he realizes that it really isn't. He knows — some of how it feels for Adrian, sort of, between their long talks about a vampire's nature and what it means for their relationships, and Adrian's fears of becoming his father, and why "need" isn't the figurative concept that it is when it falls from human lips. He's borrowed Adrian's vampire nature before and he remembers that feeling, the overwhelming all-encompassing devotion, how Kakyoin had said come home and he was already going because there was nothing else he could possibly have done but give him what he wanted.

But that's not the same thing as being in love with him. He doesn't understand that, and he never could.

Of the three of them, he's always liked himself least, after all.]

What's so wonderful about it, anyway?

[hierophany]

You're going to act like it's not a big deal, if I tell you. You don't want it to be a big deal. You want it to just be the way things are. You want anyone to have been able to do what you did. It'll piss you off, that nobody else would.

[ He shifts just slightly. It's not a meaningful movement, just something. So this is less a stupid, playful embrace in the middle of a business that thankfully doesn't have any customers right now and more- still stupid, but if he lowers his head so he's whispering into Jotaro's ear it feels less so. This was an arrangement appropriate for certain types of emotional vulnerability but not others, but here they are. ]

You don't want us to love you for the reasons we do. You want us to love you because you look nice and do things to make us happy and know more things about otters than I do. The little things. The easy things. The replaceable things. The things anyone could do. And we do. But those are the details. The things that you could take away and we'd still love you. You don't really want to hear the big things. I can tell you, but you'll act like it's nothing.

[ He kisses below Jotaro's ear. ]

That's why it's just for us.

[starmark]

[...Well. Just shut him up neatly and efficiently, why don't you, Kakyoin. What could he possibly say in response to that, when he's already been read so well and so effectively?]

It's enough that you love me at all.

[And he knows, he knows that he's playing directly into Kakyoin's hands by saying it, that he's proving his point exactly by doing it, but he can't just...not say it. Not when it's the truth. Not when that sort of adoration leaves him feeling warm in a way he can't articulate, that he doesn't know how even to begin reacting to.]

But...you're right. I don't get it. And — that's okay...right?

[hierophany]

Of course. You know that we love you, and that's the only part that you need to understand.

[ He can't see the door behind him, and that's a little disconcerting. He's fairly sure that Jotaro would have reacted in some way if someone came in but-

-fuck it, it wouldn't be embarrassing if someone saw this. At all. They can just be jealous of this amazing hug and he'll settle against Jotaro and be comfortable in the stupidest possible position to be comfortable in. ]

The less you think about it, the more you can think about otters.