"Mr. Joestar, are you alright?"

Jonathan watched as Speedwagon rolled up the younger man's sleeve, inspecting its joints and checking for any wounds, no matter how small. It had become a standard, daily procedure for Speedwagon to check every inch of him and make sure he was functioning alright, and Jonathan wasn't sure what started it. He didn't mind, of course—Speedwagon's hands, rough and callused as they were, handled him great gentleness, and he could see the man's eyes narrow in on various parts of him with great concentration and dedication that would make Erina proud.

"Mr. Speedwagon?"

"Yes, Mr. Joestar?" Speedwagon answered, as he brought a hand to Jonathan's forehead.

"I'm…terribly grateful for you helping me all these days," said Jonathan, "You've been a great help, really. However, I wanted to let you know, it isn't necessary—I don't wish to be a burden—"

"Of course it's necessary, Mr. Joestar!" barked Speedwagon, hand still placed firmly on Jonathan's forehead, "And don't dare call yourself a burden! All of that hard training with Mr. Zeppeli and no one to look after you when you're done…a caretaker is an absolute must!"

Jonathan laughed softly. "You have a good point."

Speedwagon nodded with a grin and, satisfied with his results, pulled up the blankets and sheets and tucked Jonathan into bed. Jonathan leaned against the pillows (that Speedwagon made sure were thoroughly softened up and free of wrinkles). He really did feel like he was being taken care of by Erina again—that is, if Erina carried a presence that was less like that of a professional nurse and more like one of an eager golden retriever. He smiled at the image, and felt Speedwagon place a hand against his forehead again.

"Haha, you've already checked there."

"O-oh, that's right!" Speedwagon stuttered, "Er…I think I forgot to check over…"

"Speedwagon," Jonathan said gently, "I hope you know, you don't need to make yourself useful to be around me."

Speedwagon flushed a deep red, sputtering out various "Ah"s and "Er"s, while Jonathan laughed again and brought a hand to Speedwagon's hot cheek.

"Hm! I seem to be doing well, but it looks like you're burning up yourself, Mr. Speedwagon!" he teased, "Are you sure you're not the one that needs taking care of?"

"Ah…um…"

Jonathan leaned in and pressed his lips against Speedwagon's cheek. He could hear Speedwagon gasp softly, and Jonathan pulled away to see an even redder, now exhilarated face looking at him.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me," Jonathan said with a smile, "But don't think you have to do something in order to see me! I enjoy your company all the same."

"L-likewise, Mr. Joestar," Speedwagon responded, grinning sheepishly, as he leaned in to return a kiss on Jonathan's forehead. "Good night, Mr. Joestar."