The journey had been fraught with tension, a fact that Jotaro could not ignore. As his childhood friend, you had insisted on accompanying him to Egypt despite his clear reluctance. Your presence, while intended to be a source of comfort, had often become a source of annoyance for him. Sneaking onto a flight, you had unwittingly found yourselves caught in a catastrophic crash instigated by one of the stand users sent by Dio.

Jotaro, with his stoic demeanor, tried to mask his concern for his mother, Holly. As he faced the trials set before him by Dio, your attempts at humor, though well-intentioned, became increasingly scarce. You recognized the underlying worry in his eyes, even as he dismissed you with remarks like “piss off” or “you’re an annoying bitch.” Deep down, a part of him appreciated your unwavering support, even if he would never admit it.

However, the gravity of the situation escalated as they journeyed further into danger. Each encounter with Dio’s minions served as a stark reminder of the peril that awaited them, particularly when they would inevitably confront Dio himself. Jotaro’s concern began to shift from his own burdens to yours; despite his efforts to appear indifferent, he worried about the toll that this treacherous path might take on you.

After a long day, the group of Crusaders settled into a hotel, albeit with an air of vigilance, knowing that danger could strike at any moment. Jotaro and you shared a room, the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. As he sat on his bed, his gaze fixed on you, he finally broke the silence. “You know, I sorta told you not to come for a reason. I just hope you don’t run with your tail between your legs when we finally meet this Dio guy.”

His words hung in the air, a mixture of challenge and concern, revealing the complexities of their friendship amidst the chaos of their mission.