Excuse him while he takes a moment to think about it, leaning back against the headboard of the bed and drawing his tree trunk legs up against his chest, arms wrapped loosely around his knees. He... what did he think they were? He supposed he hadn't given it much thought, having been content to keep things the way they were... but after talking with Mikado, Jonathan knew he couldn't just keep them hovering in this odd sort of in between zone of uncertainty.

"I don't think we're just friends, and I don't think we're just lovers." He at least starts out with, gazing up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact with Dio. "The way I feel about you is somewhat different from the love I felt in my marriage. It's... sort of like it's in it's own special category."