#endozoic

[[ i dont have like a clear idea of exactly how i would change coniglio’s story, but i do think she deserves better than what ghgr was

as much as i might want to think of coni’s possible dynamic w the phf gang, coni isnt in the mafia and i dont want her to be. she was a completely unrelated girl whose lack of control over her stand was exploited by the antagonist

i think the only person she'd meet is fugo? i dont know where or how, but she Does still need someone to push her into getting a better hold on her stand and the book's kinda about him as much as it is her (and the authors did him WAY dirty)

i thought i would be alright at mario kart since it seemed pretty similar to f-mega, but i can’t seem to understand the controls at all.

    Jotaro shot up in bed, trying to catch his breath. His husband stirred awake next to him. “Something wrong?” Kakyoin said, rolling over just enough to face him. 

    Immediately, he relaxed. Right, that was a long time ago. He was 25, newly married, safe. “No. No, nothing. I was just having a nightmare.”

   He sat up, “Wanna talk about it?”

   “No.”

   “You should. Talking helps.” he was always so matter-of-fact about these things— like he didn't also skip out on therapy when the speedwagon foundation offered. “Unless it was something weird like getting eaten by a giant bug, I have nightmares like that sometimes.”

    “I was at your funeral.” Jotaro twisted his wedding ring idly, “That’s all.”

    Kakyoin leaned against him, taking his hand. “Spooky.” he said sarcastically.

    “It was.”

    “Yeah, I guess it would be. But I think I should be more scared of that than you though, huh? Since I’m the one who died.” His thumb drew circles on Jotaro’s hand.

   Silence stretched between the two. Jotaro didn’t know how long had passed until he spoke again. “No. Once you’re dead there’s nothing left to be afraid of. The ones who are still alive have to deal with the past and the future.”

   Kakyoin hummed in agreement. “Yeah, but it was fun, wasn’t it?”

   “Was it?”

    His husband leaned in and kissed him for nowhere near long enough. “You should wake up now, Jotaro.”

    He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around him. When he opened them, he was 17 again. Laying face-down on top of his blankets. 

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