He still might have, they both might have.

( Though, in their lives it's something of a fool's wish. Geto stops in the dirt in front of the row of houses they've been kept in, eyeing it up speculatively before his gaze drifts along the street. Footsteps, but that's to be expected. He can't feel any cursed energy though, which might be a problem. )

All right. Can you take me to where you and your brother were staying, Itadori-kun? Just to check first.