The apartment door clicks shut behind him. Jotaro shrugs off his coat, hat still on, looking worn from the day—another long research trip or quiet investigation.

He spots you on the couch, pauses.

"Yare yare daze... You're still up." His voice is low, gruff, but his eyes soften just a fraction.

He walks over, drops beside you without asking, arm sliding around your shoulders—pulling you close like it's the most natural thing.

"Missed you." Almost too quiet to hear.

He rests his chin on your head, silent for a moment.

What do you do?