Love Me Tender

I could never.

Jotaro's POV.
"Jotaro please... look at me please. I want to see your face, love"
Kakyoin's words seem to roll off his tongue so smoothly, he has the kind of voice that could put you to peaceful sleep in seconds. "This feels like a dream..." I'm sure that I'll wake up soon, back in my bedroom, gasping for air. I'm sure that this warm body will just be a pillow by the time I snap out of it.
"It's not a dream Jotaro. Please let me explain..." Explain? What could he possibly have to explain? To me, his presence needs no explanation, no confirmation. As long as he is here in my arms- I am content.
"There's no need. I'm dreaming, I'm going to wake up soon and you're gonna be gone. Just like every other night, I'll wake up alone and-"
"Jotaro please." He interrupts me with passion on his tongue. His words cut through my mind's dreamy haze and snap me back to reality. He really is here...

Kakyoin's POV.
"I wanted to tell you! I really did. I've been so lonely and so sad and so-"
"You survived?" He states quietly, I can't tell if he's angry or simply trying to process what is happening. Either way I don't blame him.
"Yes. But seeing as I had once been controlled by a flesh bud from.. D-D.... you know... The foundation was worried I might be seen as a target for the team set up to erase his impact... I haven't even seen my own mother." I'm practically begging for him to understand. I don't know what I would do if he hated me... yet at the same time, I feel as though I would deserve it.
"Kakyoin." This time his voice is firm and he speaks with intent, no matter what he says- I'll understand.
"Good grief... I can't really be upset with you for something you had no control over." He says sitting back on his knees looking down at my feet.
"Y-you don't... you don't hate me?" I feel a bit of relief but guilt at the same time. If Jotaro didn't hate me I was going to be okay, but I still hurt him.
"Kakyoin you bastard... I could never."
I know how hard it is for him to be so open with his feelings so the short answer I get from him is more than enough for me. Suddenly, he looks up at me bearing his puffy red and bloodshot eyes. I can barely stand to see the pained expression strewn across his face. All I want is to make him feel better.
"My sweet Jotaro..." I genuinely smile for the first time in who knows how long. My heart feels light now that I am not alone.
"D-don't be so nice to me...I could have saved you back then. Kept you from a lot of pain." I can see the tears start to well up in his eyes just as he turns away, "Jotaro. Without having experienced that pain, I could have never exposed his stand's power to you. None of us would have made it home sa-"
"WELL I DIDN'T NEED TO LIVE. I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO DIE FOR ME. God... for all this time I wished it had been me. I wished he had taken my life and not yours. And now you're telling me that even if you had really died, you wouldn't have changed a thing? Don't you understand what you mean to me!?" Oh my lord... These words- no matter how angrily put- meant so much to me. I could tell Jotaro was uncomfortable with sharing so much, he never really was one for so many words. 'Don't you understand what you mean to me!?' His statement ricocheting through my mind, I feel love.
"Jotaro, I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry..."

Jotaro's POV.
I said too much. After I raised my voice at kakyoin, he looked like he could crumble to pieces in his chair. "Jotaro, I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry..." he cuts himself off when his voice starts to give into the chattering of his teeth. My cherry headed boy begins to cry his sweet little heart out, I'm no good at making people happy and I'm no good at fixing stuff like this. I lift him up out his chair, he gasps before wrapping his legs gently around my waist, they seem weak, though he isn't fully paralyzed. I lay him down on my bed and lay down next to his crying figure. All I can think to do is wrap my arms around him tightly, that's all I want. As I'm cradling him to my chest I rub small circles on his back with my fingers, I start to trace a starfish and following that, a cherry, that always worked before, and his breathing finally settles. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if he had passed out minutes ago, but I continue to trace shapes into the small of his back until I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I sigh and sink into the bed, smiling as I know this time I'll finally wake up in his arms.