[In contrast, Polnareff tugs a knee up to his chest. The other leg stays in the water, trailing there idly. He rests his chin on his knee, watching Bruno carefully.]

Nah. Jotaro grins, and Giorno sighs, and Fugo-- actually, no, he laughs too. But you really appreciate them.

[They're veering into uncertain territory now, and his breath is coming a little shorter. This is stupid to do on a boat, maybe, but he's not about to veer off the subject.]

You're the one I like telling them to.