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"How do you feel?"

Juli felt anxious for Giorno, though she tried her best not to let it show. And true enough, her words came out sounding unworried and confident. Because even though she was concerned for Giorno, she knew that if there were anyone in this world who could help Jojo, it was him.

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"I'll let you do the honors," Caesar said as he tugged gently at Giorno's stained white shirt. "You're both family, after all. I'll clean up everything else."

Caesar rose and got to work gathering everything up, sighing in relief that it had been a quiet affair. If anyone burst in to see their fearless leader covered in blood on his own bed flanked by the two of them, it'd have been their heads. There was no short or easy explanation for what Giorno had done.

"...It's funny. I thought there was no way you two were blood at first, but...he's you all over."

"You think so?"

"Who else would do something so suicidally reckless and have the nerve to pass out as soon as they were sure it paid off?" It was Joseph in the Colosseum all over again--it was what lead up to him getting stuck with those demonic rings in the first place.

And because of that they lived to fight another day. Now...

"Jojo..."

"What, Caesarino?"

Caesar dropped everything he was holding, drawn back to Joseph like a magnet. He wrapped his arms around him--just being able to touch him for the first time all week threatened to overwhelm him.

"Thank God."

Joseph pulled Caesar into an embrace.

"If he ever comes back, I promise I'll still defeat him." Joseph hated to think that he was somehow cheating. It couldn't be helped, though. There was no telling if Wamuu was in this world.

"Imagine that...still willing to be responsible even without your feet to the fire." Caesar pulled back from the hug just to lean in to press a kiss to his forehead.

"When I make a serious promise, I keep it." Joseph rest his hand against the side of Caesar's face. "So until then, I'm going to do whatever I can to help blondie with this place!"

“Right.” Caesar couldn’t exactly argue, not after that—not after what Giorno had done for them.

But there was something weighing on him.

“…about Giorno…”

"What, Caesarino?" Joseph gave Caesar's hair an affectionate tousle.

“‘Grandson?’”

"We both have matching birthmarks!" Joseph folded his arm over his other shoulder to give it a tap.

Caesar’s eyes went between him and Giorno’s unconscious form. “’Grandson?’”

"Maybe... It's not like we can be sure."

“Well…he did call you father earlier.” Why would he even have thought to do so if there was no resemblance?

"No way I'm that kid's father!"

“Who’s to say you’re not?”

"I'd have to have fathered him when I was an old geezer!"

Caesar scoffed. “Like that would stop you.”

Joseph raised a brow, grinning. "Is Caesarino jealous?"

Caesar slid off the bed, finally of the right mind to clean things properly. “If it’s true…I’m happy for you.”

Joseph's hand snapped to meet Caesar's wrist. "Oi, don't be like that."

“I’m being honest.” Sure, he was jealous but… “Having a family is the greatest thing a man can do. I’ve always thought that.”

"Oh, so you want to have kids together? I think it's too soon, too soon!" Joseph waved a hand. "We have all the time in the world!"

“What?” Caesar turned red and nearly dropped everything he was trying to pick up again.