driftfleet | gettin shippy with it?

[Joseph glances warily between Caesar and Lisa Lisa. His instinct is to distract either party--more likely Caesar because he knows what works with him and less what will work with Lisa Lisa--but he's unsure if that's the right call. Especially when he's always trying to get Caesar to stop bottling so damn much that he ends up exploding with emotion. But maybe Lisa Lisa has a point and that their business should be between the two of them without an audience or third party or whatever the hell Joseph is in this particular moment and issue. Maybe it's something they should talk about later. But later never works out so well for Caesar without someone taking that first step and Joseph isn't sure he can count on Lisa Lisa to do that.]

[Joseph's realizing that maybe it was a little childish to think that this would be a happier, simpler reunion than it's shaping out to be. He can't say how Caesar felt exactly about Lisa Lisa telling Joseph why he got so mad that day, but he can't imagine it was all warm and fuzzy. What he's seeing now has to be that amplified by whatever degree of protectiveness he's feeling towards Joseph after discovering Lisa Lisa did more or less the same thing that his father did to him and his siblings.]

[In the end, Joseph decides to stay out of it for now. Caesar can speak for himself and make his own decisions, and so can Lisa Lisa. He just keeps his arm where it is around Caesar's neck, his hold shifting into something a little firmer to silently support whatever decision he wants to make right now.]

[She's not entirely wrong - but she's not entirely right, either. His anger is absolutely amplified by his personal feelings, but if that was all it was he wouldn't have said anything. Certainly not something in response to what was essentially a dialogue between mother and son. He respects that, to an extent.]

[But it's wrong to tell a story like that, a truth like that, and then act as though nothing's changed. It's another lie. And being honest about this will be hard, but there are a hell of a lot of things that have to be done, that are worth doing, that must be done when exhausted, that are worth doing the right way. The hard way.]

[So he shakes his head, sharp and unmoved by the coolness of her stare. This isn't about training. It's stupid to act as though it is. This is about family.]

I don't have anything to say to you privately. Don't misunderstand - I have a lot to say. But it's not the time or the place for most of it, so I'll wait. Privacy is not my concern.

[Joseph is right here. They're both safe, more or less, and so is she. That might not last. So when is going to be a better time than right now to say this?]

[There isn't one.]

Make the effort to talk to him like a human being. Like someone you want to know, not someone you want to discipline. Ask him about how he's such a bad driver, maybe. That one's free, easy.

You already did the work of telling the truth. This is an opportunity, so don't waste it.

[ Of course she knows this is an opportunity. How can she not? She's still holding back tears of relief and joy that the two of them are here in front of her again.

But he's right, it's not about training. Nor was she actually intending to follow through on that, at least not today. But ... being that teacher is what she knows how to be, now. It's not in her nature to talk about her son, to bring any of her past up. Ever. So it's difficult for her to flip that switch, difficult for her to do anything but continue the way things were.

But it being difficult doesn't mean it shouldn't be done, of course, and after thoughtful guilt crosses her face for a few moments she tries to speak to Jojo again. Not with the question Caesar suggested -- (She can already guess why he's a supposed bad driver. If his father had been there to teach him, he would have been excellent at it) -- but rather, she starts with an apology, and honesty. ]

... I'm sorry.

[ She tucks a stray hair behind her ear. ]

I don't want it to be that way. [ Like she doesn't think of him as a human being, that is. ] Please ... bear with me.

[It's amazing how much easier it is for Caesar to stand up for someone else, to lay it all out even to someone he more or less previously worshipped like Lisa Lisa. Joseph's not sure that would happen if this conversation were focused on Caesar instead of Joseph, but he can guarantee it'd take pushing from Joseph to get him anywhere.]

It's alright.

[To the both of them. He's grateful for Caesar. He loves him for being willing to go to bat for him like that. But it's alright. He knows Lisa Lisa is trying in her own way. Even if it's awkward and clumsy, or not at all the right thing to do (if there is a right thing to do). And that's alright, too, if she doesn't get it right the first time or even the second or third. As long as she doesn't stop trying. He gives Caesar a light squeeze.]

I mean, it's not like I'm going to start calling you Mum right now because...you know.

[He realizes that could be hurtful, but it's not how he means it to be. Joseph has never really had a mother, but he's had an image of one filled in by scant details and his own imagination. Letting her go and filling her in with someone who is practically a stranger by comparison is going to take time. It's just for now.]

[And that's enough, finally, for him to relax. The tension in his shoulders loosens, and - he doesn't smile, not quite, but it's pretty close, the softness of his expression that's focused on nothing very much.]

[He doesn't need anything in particular to happen here. He just needs that - the lying - not to happen. Not today. Because he doesn't want to have to be angry with her any longer than absolutely necessary, and he knows, he knows how hard it is for him to let go.]

[But he can. Just . . . slowly. And Joseph's here, and they're both safe, and it's going to be fine.]

[His fingers relax in the back of Joseph's shirt then, and he nods, again not at anything in particular. Just accepting, at peace. This, they can work with this. One way or another. They've been through worse.]

[He probably shouldn't, but he leans his head against Joseph's shoulder anyway. He's tired. But he's not sorry.]

[ She shakes her head. ]

I wouldn't ask you to do that.

[ For an assortment of reasons, but she understands. He can't flip that switch on and off so easily, either.

... She's glad that Caesar seems to have relaxed, a little, but that action is, ah ...

She averts her eyes, after a moment. Y'all are being way obvious and she doesn't really know how to address that. So she'll bring up something else, instead. ]

I'm sure there are things you've wondered about your father that Erina never told you. If you want to know something ... just ask.

[Joseph manages to not give into the instinct to put his head on Caesar's when Caesar's comes to rest on his shoulder, but it's not easy. Especially with Caesar starting to relax slowly and bring it back down. That pulls on him more than anything. But one thing at a time. Especially when he has no idea how to have that conversation with Lisa Lisa. Not that any conversation with her thus far has been all that easy to have, but one step at a time.]

[What Lisa Lisa says manages to catch Joseph somewhat by surprise, which he supposes it shouldn't, but... Well, he'd never considered that in some small way, he'd be able to have pieces of his father, too. Erina didn't hide as much about him as she did everything to do with Lisa Lisa from Joseph, but his father was never an easy topic of conversation for Erina. Joseph made a conscious effort from a young age to not ask too many questions at once. After a while, he only asked for the same things again and again that he knew were easier to talk about. Then he stopped asking altogether, not out of disinterest necessarily, but it never seemed worth stirring all of that up for her.]

Granny didn't like to talk about him much. She only really talked about what he was like after he married you, towards the end.

[And she told that lie about how he died, again and again because Joseph needed to know there was a reason his father was gone. That his death had been noble and meant something. He wonders now how she felt about that. Did that make it better or worse to change the details like that? Either way, she was without her son, but maybe it was easier for her to think that he died a good man, but didn't die for the same reasons her husband did. Maybe it made it easier believing that Joseph could somehow escape that legacy. But maybe it made it worse and just made it feel like she was constantly holding her breath, waiting for the worst to come because not even her son, who had no abilities, hadn't been able to.]

[ Yes, she's sure that Erina would find it hard to talk about it. To know that the Joestar men had a seemingly unescapable fate, and to find out that Joseph hadn't escaped that fate after all, despite all their efforts ... It's hard to keep losing the people you love.

And for Joseph to never know ... it all seems so pointless now. She wishes he could have known from the beginning. But here they are. All she can do is try her best to be better, to be there for him, from here on out. ]

... I'll do my best to tell you all of it. Anything I can remember, from beginning to end.

[Joseph nods slowly. This is good. It's...closer to what it should be. Maybe not exactly, but it's more than close enough for it to count for Joseph.]

I'd like that. But I don't want to know just about him. I want to know about you, too. Granny never talked about you. [He tilts his head a little.] I guess she was worried anything might have given the truth away.

[Joseph's not always the sharpest tool in the shed, but who knows what he would have done with any detail about his mother. He'd have been too tenacious not to follow it wherever it might lead, so it very well might have put him on this path sooner, led him to discovering the truth on his own rather than someone having to tell him or accidentally stumbling into it.]

[ ... Her looks softens, a little. It's not really a smile, but ... ]

... She knew, I think, the type of child you would be.

[ The type who would ask questions if there was even the slightest hint that she was alive. The type who would go find her, if he even had the smallest clue. Maybe even if he didn't. Erina knew the type of person she had been far too well to not expect as much from her son. ]

Maybe.

[His small grin is just the barest of hints that maybe Joseph wasn't always the easiest child to raise when it came to telling him "no." Whether he managed to charm his way through or if he was just bound and determined to do what he wanted varied, but he was used to getting things his way in the long-run.]

You haven't actually seen Granny since you left, have you?

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