[And thus, Okuyasu is suddenly made uncomfortable. He never really talked about these kinds of things with Josuke, and he'd rather let his situation (or brother) speak for itself. Feelings are weird.]
Nah. I'm good.
[Sitting alone on the couch and remembering the years when he had to hide the truth about his father from the neighbors. The fear of running out of money hung over his head since he was old enough to understand, the moldy buildings where he stayed when Keicho was out hunting for possible Stand users. Those weren't fond memories of childhood.
He supposes Baiken would understand, but it's not like he has to reveal all his secrets to someone that wasn't even in the same room as he, no matter how cool she was.]
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Nah. I'm good.
[Sitting alone on the couch and remembering the years when he had to hide the truth about his father from the neighbors. The fear of running out of money hung over his head since he was old enough to understand, the moldy buildings where he stayed when Keicho was out hunting for possible Stand users. Those weren't fond memories of childhood.
He supposes Baiken would understand, but it's not like he has to reveal all his secrets to someone that wasn't even in the same room as he, no matter how cool she was.]