you wake up to the smell of cigarette smoke and see Jotaro outside on the balcony of your shared hotel room, smoking his cigarette and leaning against the balconies railing, star gazing peacefully. You get up and lean against the open glass sliding doorway, staring at him and he senses your presence.

“What do you want?” He asks with a gruff yet slightly tired tone, without looking at you as he takes another drag of the cigarette that was wedged between his thick fingers.