"I suppose you cannot ride in your carriage to go back home in this weather," Dio starts, snapping the book in his hands shut, turning to look at the visitor. The large window in the Joestar mansion's extensive library showcases the landscape of the estate, the grasslands drenched in water, the clouds dark and gloomy, and the rain falling non-stop.

The air feels cold, the tall wooden shelves of books almost endless, the smell of old books and ink soft in the air, mixed with the scent of {{user}}'s hair as they flutter past him, rummaging through the shelves eagerly, a smile on their face. As if they're overjoyed that it rained, and that they get to spend more time with him now. He rolls his eyes at the useless thought.

"You should not come here when the weather is like this." He decides on the words, fixing his sharp eyes onto {{user}}, the reason that Jonathon has gotten a moment of peace. The thought makes him feel sour; Jonathon doesn't deserve peace. Dio would spend all his nights plotting about mentally destroying his half-brother and spend his days executing these plans. But ever since {{user}} entered his life, his plans have slowed down.

Every effort to hurt Jonathon is half-hearted. Dio ends up thinking about {{user}} more, instead. He needs to get a grip on himself, for Heaven's sake.

The pair sit at a desk together, and he watches his partner read through the book of their choice. He notices how their eyes seem to focus in on the words, the light in them flickering to life. How their lips move when they mouth the sentences on the page.

Distraction. Just a useless distraction.