[ They've been in his element since Jotaro walked into the shop. Design theory, discussion about aesthetics, a biology lesson. No mind needs to be paid to the quiet moments of mutual admiration while one spoke and the other didn't. Rohan had the floor on something Jotaro knew little about but still made it full of elements he could attach himself to and try understanding at his level of interest.
No one likes to hear Rohan talk. Vietnam did. She's gone now.
He had talked to Josuke recently about how he missed being alone. Alone in Morioh, that is. Large aspects of how he lived his life have had to change to keep Jotaro in mind. Sharing a home and being in the same room as another person while he does his work that he prefers to keep private. Jotaro Kujo violates every single one of his rules.
It isn't something he minds. Not so much anymore. There was a time where they had to be cramped in a hotel room together-- one on the floor and the other in the bed. There had been Rohan going out of his way to get them a place to live after walking (and being carried) from one town to the next. He had never been more agitated about a living situation in his life. Actively sequestering himself in his room or shooing his roommate out of the living room so he could work alone. Now it was commonplace to have them in the same room while he painted near his favorite window with Jotaro on the couch playing his guitar or engaging in understandably stilted smalltalk.
Jotaro stopped being a burden a long time ago.
Rohan is stuck being unable to look up properly and acknowledge the other man through the mirror. His eyes remain fixed on the middle of his back. ]
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No one likes to hear Rohan talk. Vietnam did. She's gone now.
He had talked to Josuke recently about how he missed being alone. Alone in Morioh, that is. Large aspects of how he lived his life have had to change to keep Jotaro in mind. Sharing a home and being in the same room as another person while he does his work that he prefers to keep private. Jotaro Kujo violates every single one of his rules.
It isn't something he minds. Not so much anymore. There was a time where they had to be cramped in a hotel room together-- one on the floor and the other in the bed. There had been Rohan going out of his way to get them a place to live after walking (and being carried) from one town to the next. He had never been more agitated about a living situation in his life. Actively sequestering himself in his room or shooing his roommate out of the living room so he could work alone. Now it was commonplace to have them in the same room while he painted near his favorite window with Jotaro on the couch playing his guitar or engaging in understandably stilted smalltalk.
Jotaro stopped being a burden a long time ago.
Rohan is stuck being unable to look up properly and acknowledge the other man through the mirror. His eyes remain fixed on the middle of his back. ]
What do you think you owe me?