[He does remember. He does. Joseph's promised that to him time and time again, and Joseph's never broken a promise to him. Not ever. Joseph's the only one who never broke a promise. Joseph cares enough about him never to lie.]
[. . . Joseph cares enough about him never to lie.]
[So if he says, We figure it out together from there, then that's the truth. Because of all the people in the world, he can trust Joseph Joestar most of all.]
[That feels like love, he thinks. But he hesitates, all the same.]
I don't kn—I n—
[Never, ever loved anyone. Let myself love anyone. Let myself believe that I would, or could, or should. But Joseph looks so fucking hopeful. So hopeful, and he's almost smiling, and he brought flowers.]
[God, what a stupid gesture. Stupid and romantic and sweet and, god, he brought flowers to confess his love, fuck, and Caesar can feel his face heating up when he gets it, really gets it, how planned this was, how it wasn't just these things that coincided but that Joseph has been sitting on this for a month, and he decided the best way to bring it up was to bring sunflowers, his favorite flower, and tell him while he had something beautiful in his hands.]
[Something beautiful.]
Jojo, [he manages, and before he can think better of it he's moving, their fingers still tangled together while his other hand finds its way to cup his jaw, hold him still (and oh, god, is he ever aware that this is Jojo, his Jojo, not some girl but his, and he feels strange and uncertain and viciously possessive and dizzy all at once), hold him still, and just.]
[Just kiss him.]
[Because he wants something beautiful, and there's nothing more beautiful than this.]
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[He does remember. He does. Joseph's promised that to him time and time again, and Joseph's never broken a promise to him. Not ever. Joseph's the only one who never broke a promise. Joseph cares enough about him never to lie.]
[. . . Joseph cares enough about him never to lie.]
[So if he says, We figure it out together from there, then that's the truth. Because of all the people in the world, he can trust Joseph Joestar most of all.]
[That feels like love, he thinks. But he hesitates, all the same.]
I don't kn—I n—
[Never, ever loved anyone. Let myself love anyone. Let myself believe that I would, or could, or should. But Joseph looks so fucking hopeful. So hopeful, and he's almost smiling, and he brought flowers.]
[God, what a stupid gesture. Stupid and romantic and sweet and, god, he brought flowers to confess his love, fuck, and Caesar can feel his face heating up when he gets it, really gets it, how planned this was, how it wasn't just these things that coincided but that Joseph has been sitting on this for a month, and he decided the best way to bring it up was to bring sunflowers, his favorite flower, and tell him while he had something beautiful in his hands.]
[Something beautiful.]
Jojo, [he manages, and before he can think better of it he's moving, their fingers still tangled together while his other hand finds its way to cup his jaw, hold him still (and oh, god, is he ever aware that this is Jojo, his Jojo, not some girl but his, and he feels strange and uncertain and viciously possessive and dizzy all at once), hold him still, and just.]
[Just kiss him.]
[Because he wants something beautiful, and there's nothing more beautiful than this.]