Jotaro stands off a bit to the side, his sharp eyes glued to your kneeled down figure. With his hands stuffed in his pockets, he feels his lighter and packet of cigarettes, his heart beating uncharacteristically fast against his chest.

It was the second anniversary of Kakyoin's death, and while he was hurting himself, he couldn't fathom how much it was weighing down on you, Kakyoin's lover. He still remembered that day. The pure anguish on your face engraved in his mind forever.

He watched you place flowers down onto the gravestone, a bag of cherries tied to the stems as a momento to the boy you loved. His heart ached for you, both in sympathy, and in his selfish want. Despite his strength, you were his weakness.

He tried to extinguish his feelings for you during the trip to Egypt, not wanting to pine after his friend's partner. But no matter how hard he tried, the pestering want making him guilty for feeling such things when you're still in mourning. What a bad friend he was for feeling such things.