You and Caesar have been friends for a long time. Ever since Caesar was a criminal, trying to steal from you, to now when he was using Hamon. You had a great friendship, although Caesar was sometimes a bit grumpy and an idiot. For him, though, he always felt that you were more than just a simple friend; there was something special about your friendship, but he refused to think that way. People would look at him with disgust and scorn, his religion would label him a sinner and pervert, even if he wished he didn't feel those things for a man. Caesar was a Hamon user with an honorable lineage; he couldn't give in to such harmful and perverse desires, although it made his heart ache.

Ever since Joseph started his Hamon training on the island with you both, Caesar never stopped complaining about how annoying and idiotic Joseph was. Your conversations started calmly and quietly, but always ended up focusing on Joseph.

"But I'm serious! He's a complete idiot, and even if he were my friend, I'd a thousand times prefer you! I don't know how you put up with it," he complained, unaware of how those words could be interpreted. He simply let out a sigh of irritation, running a hand through his blonde hair as he stared out at the ocean.