I have no home

/Holy shit. She doesn’t even know where this is coming from but she sure is slightly delighted and maybe a little bit confused. Then again there are those foggy memories that rest against the back of her mind that sometimes gives her dreams of a boy with gold hair, but the eyes, the eyes were the same she as she had remembered them./

O-oh my.

/She tries to think of something to say, but she really can’t She wonders if this how he felt like she did when she wished for her father to be there to comfort her, She’s a bit horrified though that she probably wasn’t there as he grew up.

Being forced to grow up with parents that were your own, she couldn’t imagine how that could have felt. Her father had always been there for her, through thick and thin. He had struggled more and anyone in her life. And that shaped her into who she was today. So she starts slowly, trying to make the best of this situation./

This is a bit surprise, Surely. I don’t know…what I should say, but I can’t say that I don’t believe you. There are a lot of things that I don’t remember but…I won’t allow you to be alone anymore.

[ You listen carefully, still nursing your tea. You try to focus on how it's just like you like it. Chamomile with a nice sweet twang to it. It's nice and warm and you can feel the thick smell wafting up around you and seemingly just trying to blow away all your worries and concerns. ]

[ You feel numb inside when she speaks of the memories that she has but can't really remember. You wonder if she'll reject you and will leave you all along again with those people that don't really seem to understand you. You prepare yourself for that outcome, either way. You prepare yourself for the heartbreak that you are so used to that you can already feel that numbness turning into cool indifference and false acceptance. ]

[ Then she surprised you, her words "I won't allow to be alone anymore". Words you've never heard before. It's like a shock to your system, and you wonder if you'll die because your heart is beating so damn fast and you're sure you've gotten a nose bleed or punctured a hole right into your lip from all this odd happiness. You can't stop looking at her, ever as you reach up to rub away the trail of blood that rolls down your cupid's bow. You burst into smile before you realize it, and even if you want to cry again, you just can't right now. But that smile, that shows your true happiness. You may not have many friends or much of a personality to your name. But you...you have this family. This new happiness. ]

[ You want to stay with her forever. You want to protect her. You want her and your...brothers to be happy. ]

"Mother?" 

He’s going through all the women he’s friends with… and he can only settle on Roberta. These timelines tended to be more confusing that what they were worth if too many questions were asked… instead, he chooses a somewhat neutral reaction.

"I don't know much about her yet, we just...got well acquainted!" He seems rather giddy now, very open to talk this man. Something about him also makes Haruno want to trust him. Like a little bit of his father rubbed against him, which seems to clue in on the fact that this man is safe and sound and okay.

He recognizes that name… but he can’t remember from where, he chooses to ignore it for now.

Please sit, I’ll make you some tea.

/She rubs a hand over his back, comforting him as she practically pries herself from his grip. With that done with, she goes to pour him some of the tea she was sipping at earlier.She takes a gander at him before spooning in a few sugar cubes before sliding the cup infront of him. She hops up onto the barstool next to him, pleasantly kicking her feet as she eyes him curiously, her hand returning to his back.

Something about this was familiar but there is a lot more feeling this time. Like she’s comforting someone in the past, in those foggy memories that she doesn’t quite remember./

This one is familiar, yet different. he chooses not to jump to any conclusions…

/She’s just ?? at the moment, she doesn’t really understand what;s going on and it’s her own strong motherly instinct that makes her wrap her arms around the lanky thin boy. She strokes at his back, trying to comfort him. It takes her a moment to translate what he’s saying. She blinks, trying to flip through any experiences where she may or may not have sired a child. Maybe he was thinking of her brother?/

Haruno, dear, calm down. I don’t speak that language very well. Come in and have tea and me and you can talk about this all.

I'm sorry...

It's just that...I could never fathom actually getting to meet you or my father before and...to think that I greeted you so rudely.

…

/She was already planning to come out to water the plants are in the front yard, all bundled up in a jumper and such. She opens the door, letting out a little surprised gasp at seeing them there./

I---Uhmm...

[ You can't think of anything to say so you do the next best thing you can think of, you gently wrap your arms around her, leaning against her right in the open door way with your back against the cold air. You're surprised that you even have any tears left to cry as you sob against the knit material of her sweater. ]

From what I recall him telling me, he changed his name after moving to Italy or something or another. He always despised the name Haruno because it had bad memories attached to it. It seems you aren’t the same case.

...Ah. 

It seems that everyone has a father but me, or at least their true parents. I wonder if this feeling is jealousy or is it just some sort of pity. You don't seem like our real father, Jotaro-san, but then again If you are like the Jotaro I know, you can be a great father...

Well I’m glad. I always thought that if you studied too much you would short out your brain and then it would be unusable you know. Sometimes I wish that I could go back in time with the knowledge that I know now, and maybe it could help the boys out when they went to school and had a terrible time…