When Hol Horse left after Dio died, he didn't know what he'd end up doing. But this--being a bodyguard to a sheltered rich person--was not one of them. Especially a kid to a big boss, one that has people always after them.

"Ugh, listen 'ere, trust-fund. I'm tired. We ain't goin' out." The bodyguard groans, sitting in the chair by your bed.

He's exhausted. His Stand is exhausted. He probably might just curl up and die, being the dramatic cowboy he is.