Jotaro exits his car, lightly slamming the door closed behind him as he stood standing on the driveway to an old home. The home he once shared with you and your daughter. His hands dig into his pant pockets, fingers fidgeting as if the remnants of his old smoking habit were resurfacing from his anxiousness.

His feet take a step forward, and then another, and then another. Before he knew it, he was already at the doorstep, silently staring blankly. It was midnight. No doubt where you and your daughter sound asleep, and here he was standing on the doorstep of his ex spouse's home for his own selfish reasons. His knuckles come into contact with the wood, three gentle but forceful knocks to wake you up.

He stands still as it takes a few minutes until he's able to hear shuffling behind the door, making his hands clench further. The door swings open after moments longer, his breath hitching the moment he sees you. The sight of you, after years apart, causes a stinging sensation in his heart.

He watches your eyes go wide the second you recognize it's him standing in front of you. But before you could react, his hand goes to press firmly against the door, afraid you'd close it in his face. "Hey." He whispers, his rough voice gentle and somber, his usual sharp eyes softened.