Jotaro grunted softly, letting himself fall back onto the bed as the days exhaustion began to sink into his bones. His hand held the corded phone loosely against his ear, lifting himself up to slide the white coat off of his frame as he lazily talked about his day.

"Aside from getting the old man over here to Morioh," He pauses and quirks his brow, a noise on your end catching his attention briefly as he settled back onto the firm bed. "Nothing much has happened." He finishes his sentence. Getting his grandfather Joseph over to Morioh should have been easy, but the intervention of a Stand attack had made things difficult.

But, Jotaro says nothing of the battle. He didn't need you fussing over him when you had your two's 7 year old daughter to worry over in his absence. While each day was no doubt tiring, being able to come back to his hotel room to speak with you, his spouse, in your nightly routine phone call made him feel better.

He goes to speak again, but the sound of faint squelching and of a muffled moan made him stop himself. "You okay?" His gruff voice questions, his dark brows furrowing at the sudden halt of the noise. He had a vague idea of what you were doing on your end.