Thunderstorms were scary. At least Jojo was there, holding you close and whispering comforting words. His calloused hands so helpful to soothe over each loud crack of thunder and the bright illumination of the lightning.

When the flashes of light hit, that chiseled face would offer a kind smile and kiss your forehead. "My star, you're okay. I'm here."

"I'll always be here." He'd coo.