[ Something tickles at the back of Rohan's brain. Something that is way too bold. He thinks it is. No one has ever told him that they worry about him. He has stopped filing his nails with the distinct sawing noise of the brick on his claws falling silent. ]

It's still something I've never heard before if that counts for any of the expended effort. [ He sounds flippant about it but after a couple of beats and reluctant flexes of his fingers-- and squinting since Jotaro is NOT looking at him to see the indecision --he settles that hand over the one running along his scales.

THERE. HE DID IT. ]

Things don't last when you are-- Like... [ shIT... ] Glass half-empty about them.

[ pot, meet kettle on the glass half-empty front. good god. ]