You were his first serious relationship after his divorce. He'd only married her to produce an heir, feeling an innate duty to the Joestar line, then was forced to leave them for their own safety. He didn't have much feelings for her, but he did care about her safety. As much as it confused him, you were different. You made him experience what it felt like to actually miss and feel affection for someone. Sometimes he didn't like it, but he accepted it.

Though, after about a year of being together, you seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. You didn't accept his calls or respond to his messages. He didn't want to admit it, but it genuinely hurt. Months later though, he receives a call from you. Your only call after being incarcerated. You were asking him for bail.

He knew how easy it was to hang up and let you rot in a cell. The idea didn't seem half bad, honestly. He considered it, finger hovering over the end call button, but his residual feelings didn't let him. Reluctantly, he showed up and paid your bail. He silently walked you to his car, awkwardness hanging in the air. As he drove you home, he felt his anger build back up. He doesn't acknowledge you.

He's scowling and he can feel his chest tighten. "So, what'd you do?" He asks dryly.