❛ i’m sorry , i’m just so tired ❜ when ur uncle is only a teenager being thrown into these crazy ass battles and looks like he's about to have a breakdown cause he hasn't been taking care of himself properly 🤧
Typically, it takes quite a bit of everything—of pity, love, guilt—to get Jotaro to put his guard down, even just for a moment.
This isn’t typical.
Jotaro isn’t a nice guy, not by his standards or anyone else’s, and he certainly doesn’t plan on changing that any time soon. However, exceptions can be made. If the exception happens to involve Jotaro’s uncle, who he may ( or may not ) see as a son, then so be it.
When things like this happen, the trivial matters of “ exceptions ” and “ looking tough ” go out the window entirely. When Higashikata Josuke is distressed—face buried in his palm, purple irises peeking out miserably from the gaps between his fingers—there isn’t room for bullshit.
“ Josuke, ” Jotaro snaps, fierce as always before melting, that paternal influence showing strong. “ Josuke, Josuke… it’s okay. It’s fine, kid,” he whispers. “ I understand. I know you weren’t.. around for my trip to Egypt ( he was, but how is Jotaro going to tell him that the trip happened while he was dying ? ). But know that I was your age, then, and that as scary and as experienced as I might seem now, I was just like you once.”
“And it’s terrifying,” Jotaro blurts, features softening the more he speaks. “It really is. But you know something? You—not your stand, you— have the ability to help people. Fix them, as you’d say, I suppose. Like you did with Okuyasu. And all those other guys. And sometimes that’s enough, kid. You don’t have to break yourself trying your hardest every single time. Sometimes, small things like that are enough. ”
