[ His touch does not hinder Rohan for long. He is trying to get the layers of blood that will be caked to Jotaro's blazing skin off as quickly as possible without making it look like he's washing a car. ]

I know I don't have to.

[ He pulls back only when he sinks to the floor. Relief is gained by not having to keep himself propped up. He can relax on the scales of his belly meant for staying at an average height. Acknowledgement of the responsibility he can just stop is there and then it's gone. He isn't going to stop. His reach with his tail finds the bucket and pulls it closer. The cloth is back in the water and wrung back out again. All the sizzling is not deterring Rohan from getting the job done. Picking spaces which look darker and gently rubbing them away until he can find his normal skin again. His hair sticks to his forehead when he washes it through his hair. ]

Humans are more delicate than they look. [ He doesn't want to keep revisiting it. ] They break. The rip right open. They turn to jelly... [ He keeps his voice low and only between the two of them. ]

Hush now. Let me... [ 'Kind' has been a trait of him he doesn't know a THING about that has popped up within the last two weeks. It's the girl at the shop chipping away at the wall he keeps up. Now it's Jotaro needing something and appearing fragile and messy.

His forehead to the space between his eyes... His nose and the right corner of his lips. He's finding Jotaro under there slowly but surely. ]