[Which isn't what he's being asked, and maybe it's sort of an asshole answer anyway, because of how it leaves ambiguous whether or not he would've said no in the first place. Actually, it completely leaves any and all of his feelings out of it, which is probably unsurprising coming from someone like Jotaro, but that doesn't make it fair or right.
There was another time he'd done that, wasn't there? Someone had asked him a question, and he'd resorted to deflection and ambiguity.
Why did you risk your life to save me?
He'd known, or at least he'd had a pretty good idea. He'd said he hadn't, and turned away instead.
(He hopes Kakyoin wasn't waiting for that answer. He never did get it, did he.)
So even though it's awkward and discomforting and he doesn't like it a single bit, he makes himself dig for something better anyway. It's hard to say what he even thinks is likely to go wrong if he does reach for his feelings to try to express them; it's not as though he's worried about being laughed at or scorned. Maybe it's just that he's so unused to offering them that he doesn't typically want to contend with the frustration of fumbling through bringing them to the surface.]
...Don't — don't ask me if it meant something. That. I can come up with an answer to that, maybe, but. It...might take me a while.
[He licks his lips absently, like he's still tasting the phantom remains of the kiss lingering there.]
...I don't regret it. And I'm not going to. For what that's worth.
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[Which isn't what he's being asked, and maybe it's sort of an asshole answer anyway, because of how it leaves ambiguous whether or not he would've said no in the first place. Actually, it completely leaves any and all of his feelings out of it, which is probably unsurprising coming from someone like Jotaro, but that doesn't make it fair or right.
There was another time he'd done that, wasn't there? Someone had asked him a question, and he'd resorted to deflection and ambiguity.
Why did you risk your life to save me?
He'd known, or at least he'd had a pretty good idea. He'd said he hadn't, and turned away instead.
(He hopes Kakyoin wasn't waiting for that answer. He never did get it, did he.)
So even though it's awkward and discomforting and he doesn't like it a single bit, he makes himself dig for something better anyway. It's hard to say what he even thinks is likely to go wrong if he does reach for his feelings to try to express them; it's not as though he's worried about being laughed at or scorned. Maybe it's just that he's so unused to offering them that he doesn't typically want to contend with the frustration of fumbling through bringing them to the surface.]
...Don't — don't ask me if it meant something. That. I can come up with an answer to that, maybe, but. It...might take me a while.
[He licks his lips absently, like he's still tasting the phantom remains of the kiss lingering there.]
...I don't regret it. And I'm not going to. For what that's worth.