[ Somewhere in the second kiss, the fact that this is real starts to catch up with him. This is real, for whatever definition of real applies here. This is at least as real as his being alive is.
When he draws back this time, he doesn't say anything. Just slowly, carefully draws his fingers out from Jotaro's hair so he can' wrap his arms around his shoulders instead. It's an awkward angle to be leaning at, but it's hard to care. He closes his eyes and pulls himself as close to Jotaro as he can get and it's real.
And it's rare for Hierophant to act truly independently, but after a moment a long tendril coils slowly around the both of them. ]
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When he draws back this time, he doesn't say anything. Just slowly, carefully draws his fingers out from Jotaro's hair so he can' wrap his arms around his shoulders instead. It's an awkward angle to be leaning at, but it's hard to care. He closes his eyes and pulls himself as close to Jotaro as he can get and it's real.
And it's rare for Hierophant to act truly independently, but after a moment a long tendril coils slowly around the both of them. ]