why isn’t he just telling him the truth?! ceasar was stubborn but gosh… this was the worst!! he just wanted things to be normal!! and this was far from it! the italian would normally just pester and then move on, but…
he felt a twinge of rage go through him when he was called an idiot.. and it almost hurt. what the actual fuck.
❝fine! go ahead and act that way! i’m not going to stand
here and get insulted! moron!! ❞
he turned away, pissed off. ceasar had a lot of nerve! if he wasn’t tired from the training earlier, he’d totally deck him!
Caesar’s heart sank when he felt Joseph’s sudden rage. He had already felt guilty for hiding such a big secret from the other youth, he was guilty for acting a bit more stubborn and rude than usual and most of all, he was guilty for lying. On a normal occasion, they always had their bickering and childish insults, but this time there was a personal touch that lit a great fiery in the young Joestar. Caesar knew he has gone a bit far in his behaviour, but he couldn’t let himself become vulnerable in such a situation. He had to take the blame, he had to treat Joseph unfairly, so that he may continue the future he was destined for. It was for his own good.
But wait -- why didn’t Joseph try to punch him? Wasn’t he furious?
With his partner's back turned to him, Caesar could already feel the warmth fading away, even though the other man has not yet taken his leave. There was a lingering silence after Joseph's little outburst, Caesar could tell, and it nearly made him weak in the knees.
« I’m not acting this way because I want to, » came a loose thought through words.
No -- he shouldn’t have said that.
Regret immediately struck the Italian man quietly, finding himself avoiding a gaze at his partner’s figure. Again, he was conflicted, just when he thought he found a resolve he was going to stick to, no matter how absurd his behaviour was becoming. No, it was that feeling again -- the need for a certain sunny warmth, a feeling he has experienced ever since he came back from where he belong.
He was meant to be dead, and stay dead. His presence here was a wrench thrown into the fabric of time, twisting it into something distorted, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had already changed Joseph’s future by existing once more. He could at least try to make things right and lead Joseph into the correct path, but the reality of his death crawled right back into his mind as he attempted to push it away for a selfless decision -- his need for Joseph’s warmth becoming stronger.
« I-I don’t need this, » he suddenly told himself out loud through a shaky voice, « I don’t need your stupid sun... »