The sofa bathed in pretty moonlight. It's lavish red velvet bringing comfort. It's exquisite golden details shining tints of blue as a full moon illuminated the room.

Dio sat with Jojo, looking back to the moon every once in a while.

"So, that's Erina?" Jojo pointed to the pristine girl sitting upright in the picture. Her posture; immaculate. Her dead-end stare into the camera saw no life in her eyes though she lived and breathed through the photo.

"Yes." Dio was more concerned with reading other pages getting this over with.

"How do you?" Jojo turned to Dio, his finger pointing at another name on the page.

"Say it with me."

Jojo nodded.

"S,P,E,E,D"

"Speed!"

"W,A,G,O,N" They both echoed in a strange unison. The sound of their voices intertwined brought an unfamiliar longing to the room.

The name made Dio grimace a little. 'Wasn't that the name of one of Jojo's "friends"'. He mused.

"Speedwagon? Is that the man with the hat?" Jojo pointed to the man in the diamond hat.

"I believe so." Dio tired of Jojo's childish behaviour.

"Who else is in it? Where are you?"

"I don't know that man." Dio pointed to a long-haired man wrapped in robes with a baby wrapped in his arms. "And I'm not in it."

"That's a shame. So, who is that?" Jojo turned the page.

A picture of two young boys stood smart and ready for portrait day. With a smiling middle-aged man sat between them.

Dio firmly and slowly took the book from Jojo's grasp. He studied it long and well.

"You think it's a pity, I'm not in the other picture?"

"Well yes. Shouldn't you be remembered? Isn't that what 'pictures' are for?" Jojo mused on the idea. Grasping words and meanings came breezing back to him. Like a long-lost skill that had never truly been lost. Just unused. Neglected.

"I. I am in this one." Dio pointed to the spikey haired boy on the right of the man. His posture immaculate. His face expressionless yet hatred lingered behind his eyes.

Jojo couldn't see that though. There was no hatred in young Dio's eyes. Only a boy with a lot on his mind.

"You look different."

"It's called growing up. I'm glad he doesn't exist anymore."

"Maybe he's not entirely gone? He's still you though. Just a different you. From a different point in time? From a different point of view?"

Silence struck between them.

"Who's the other one?" Jojo pointed to the other boy. He stood on the opposite side of the chair to Dio and had softer hair. His bow tied neatly around his neck and his posture; though not pristine, was genuine. His smile warmed and soothed those who looked at him.

"That… He's just a boy I knew."

"Did he have a name?"

"He was remarkable." Dio couldn't stop a slither of a smile forming on his lips. "No matter what I did, he still somehow had forgiveness in his heart."

"He sounds amazing. Is he like you? Alive?"

"You could say that. Although he's going through something right now. Maybe you'll meet him again."

"I've already met him?"

Dio cleared his throat, realising the smile on his face and tears in his eyes had over stayed their welcome.

"The man in the middle was our father. George Joestar. Though he wasn't my real father."

"Real father? How so?"

"He was just." Dio paused. His eyes fixated on the man smiling happily between his beloved boys. A man who cared for both of them. No matter what Dio did, George could never be truly discouraged from disowning Jonathan.

"Dio?"

"Maybe you'd like to read another page?" He flipped the pages lightly, never glancing at Jojo.

"You liked them. The other people in that picture? Is this how it feels to hurt?"

"Because those times can never come back." Dio got up, after having slid into Jojo's embrace for a while. He gently tossed the book onto the sofa where he had sat.

"They are in the past. You should be with them."

"Where can I find them then? Maybe we could all be together? Maybe-"

"I don't belong in that family. I never did. I tried to take everything from you." Dio held his head with both his hands

"And yet you failed."

He turned to Jojo, now standing eye to eye.

"You failed. Because if you took everything from me, then how could you still be here? Both of us together like this?"

"Because I wanted you here!" Dio rising voice echoed in a meaningless room. "Because only when you and I and-" that was it. He couldn't stop it any more. No more could he be calm and collected. No more could he with stand his joy, his pain and all that came in between. He hated and loathed such a human trait. His human emotions; having even he, Dio, unable to control them.

Tears ran effortlessly down his scuttled face in confusion and rage.

Jojo gently put his arms around him. He placed his head, leaning gently on Dio's as he looked towards the moon. Dio, with shaking arms of anger, hate and shock, returned the hug.

How stupid it was for him to do, but Jojo was here. This was and is Jojo now. His heartbeat. His gentle hold on his dear friend. Dio never thought he would be hugged like this again. He never dreamed just how much he had missed someone he thought he hated. He never thought the dying, helpless heart inside him would beat again. He swore it did as they hugged and gently swayed each other in a dance under moonlight's bliss.