Jonathan lets him speak, absorbing his words and curling further in on himself the longer he talked. He'd never felt so utterly ashamed in his life, even if he had nothing to be ashamed about, considering he couldn't help how he felt... yet it was just like daggers had been repeatedly stabbed into his chest nonetheless.

"Your ambition, your determination, your intelligence, your dedication, your confidence, your charisma... you're a wonderful conversational partner and offer insight and points of view that sometimes I don't even consider, and there's no one here I'd rather waste a day with talking about anything and nothing than with you." He murmurs this very quietly, halfheartedly, wanting to prove Dio wrong and yet feeling like an ass for doing it, somehow.

"I... I think I could have been in love with you, had things gone differently. If Erina had never came back. If we'd only just managed to understand each other like we did when fighting before things got out of hand." He murmurs, looking up at him with puffy red eyes. "But I don't think I can give my heart to two."