[He almost drops the apple. He almost throws up. He almost faints, can see another version of today's events that ended with him sprawled across Fugo's legs and unconscious. It's too much. It's just too much, even he can't expect to deal with all of this at once--first the threat from the infected, then the threat of this man stealing Fugo, then the thought that maybe, just maybe, he isn't so dangerous after all, and now--]
[Joseph Joestar. Joseph Joestar helped to kill his father. Joseph Joestar is Jotaro Kujo's grandfather. Joseph Joestar--he doesn't know much about him. But he knows that Joseph would hate him if he knew. Hate him, and try to destroy him. And then Fugo would be all alone, and Napoli would be bereft.]
[He wants to scream. He should have killed Joseph while they were running. He should have plunged his knife into Joseph's gut. He should strangle him with vines right now, or poison him, or just throw him out to the infected right now. He doesn't want family here--what kind of family is this?]
[But Fugo saves him. Fugo always saves him.]
Eat the peanut butter, too, [he says hoarsely, his fingers still shaking at the memory of contact with Joseph's fingers, then with Fugo's. Fugo's ground him where he was beginning to fall apart. He tries to remember how to breathe.]
Ah--I'm sorry. [He's not. He's sorry he didn't do worse.] I can fix your arm, if you'd like.
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[He almost drops the apple. He almost throws up. He almost faints, can see another version of today's events that ended with him sprawled across Fugo's legs and unconscious. It's too much. It's just too much, even he can't expect to deal with all of this at once--first the threat from the infected, then the threat of this man stealing Fugo, then the thought that maybe, just maybe, he isn't so dangerous after all, and now--]
[Joseph Joestar. Joseph Joestar helped to kill his father. Joseph Joestar is Jotaro Kujo's grandfather. Joseph Joestar--he doesn't know much about him. But he knows that Joseph would hate him if he knew. Hate him, and try to destroy him. And then Fugo would be all alone, and Napoli would be bereft.]
[He wants to scream. He should have killed Joseph while they were running. He should have plunged his knife into Joseph's gut. He should strangle him with vines right now, or poison him, or just throw him out to the infected right now. He doesn't want family here--what kind of family is this?]
[But Fugo saves him. Fugo always saves him.]
Eat the peanut butter, too, [he says hoarsely, his fingers still shaking at the memory of contact with Joseph's fingers, then with Fugo's. Fugo's ground him where he was beginning to fall apart. He tries to remember how to breathe.]
Ah--I'm sorry. [He's not. He's sorry he didn't do worse.] I can fix your arm, if you'd like.