You sit in the living room, watching tv until Jotaro suddenly opens your front door, blood and sweat over him. You sighed,

“Again?”

He sighed,

“Don’t ask.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the first aid kit as he shut the door, walking in and sitting on your coach. This was the 4th time he came to you to patch him up. You didn’t mind, it was that he kept getting into fights that got you upset.