( If Geto answers the door in a far worse state than Raidou has ever seen him then hopefully the young man is smart enough not to mention it. Because the shadows under his eyes are dark, his hair messy and limp, clothing rumpled. He clearly has not been sleeping, and his gaze settles on Raidou with no real comprehension for a long moment before it clears. )
Did something happen to Yuji?
( Voice rough, unused, his fingers white-knuckled on the door.
And yet, despite it all, there's concern there. Maybe that means something. )
[Raidou won't say anything, but even with his mild expressions, he can't hide the surprise at the state of the man who answers the door. He expected Geto to not be doing well, but it's startling to see.]
N-No, he's-- nothing, that's not--
[Well, no, Yuji isn't good either. But that's not why he's here exactly.]
I wanted to-- check on you.
[It goes without saying as to why. While Raidou always wants to help others, it's moments like these where he always feels far too unqualified and unprepared. He's not sure what else to say, so he holds up the box of food he's carrying, a large bento box neatly wrapped in cloth.]
( He blinks at Raidou, expression sliding swiftly back to blank when he understands this is about him. A part of Geto is dearly tempted to just step away and shut the door in the boy's face. The longer he stands here, the worse it feels. There's an ache in his chest, a pulsing behind his eyes, his stomach rolling at the idea of food.
He thinks the act of swallowing something might kill him. )
I'm not.
( Hungry. )
I'm fine, thank you Raidou-san. But it's been a wasted journey.
( It comes too quick, and too sharp, the blow of it flickering just briefly across Geto's faux placid face. His jaw clenches, teeth grinding, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath, holds it. He should be better than this, he knows it. Grief is a tight knot, a fist against his throat. )
Raidou-san, I know you're trying to be kind. But I'm not -. ( A pause. The fact of the matter is that he's barely holding on. He has a tenuous grip on his violence as is. It's miraculous that he's managed to get here, hidden away in his room. Any time the anger rises he remembers Gojo's blank eyes in the desert. He has to remind himself of that, hands shaking where they're gripping the door. ) - I can't think.
( Each time his thoughts drift he finds the hold loosening. )
I'm sorry that I upset Yuji. But you understand why I had to pull back.
[He looks pained at that remark, unable to say anything. All he can do is silently hold out hope that maybe someday, LILITH can bring them here. Raidou was on the brink of death when brought here. So are others he's spoken to. There's always a chance.]
I know. But please don't apologize. I understand. I just--
[He doesn't know what to do, how to help, if anything could ever be made easier. Yuji only blames himself for not being strong enough to stop Sukuna, and all the lives he took while in control of his body. He's not to blame, but if it were Raidou in his shoes, he knows he'd feel the same way. Raidou can't come up with the right words for him, either.]
I'll leave you be. I wanted to check on you. I-I was worried about you too, when I heard what happened.
( He's not entirely sure why anyone would be worried, but maybe it means that his journey had been progressing. It's entirely halted now. He doesn't particularly feel like caring for anything else, not the other Outsiders, not the natives, not this entire fucking place. ( He still does, about the small sphere he has already begun to care for. He wouldn't turn on them now. Which is why he's stood here, and not elsewhere, taking the weight of his grief out on the universe. A tentative hold, but a hold none the less. )
He looks at Raidou again, then at the box in his hands. He holds his own out quietly. Maybe he can eat some of it before the nausea hits. )
Thank you.
( Another pause. He badly wants to retreat back to his bed, makes himself swallow the lump in his throat. )
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Did something happen to Yuji?
( Voice rough, unused, his fingers white-knuckled on the door.
And yet, despite it all, there's concern there. Maybe that means something. )
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N-No, he's-- nothing, that's not--
[Well, no, Yuji isn't good either. But that's not why he's here exactly.]
I wanted to-- check on you.
[It goes without saying as to why. While Raidou always wants to help others, it's moments like these where he always feels far too unqualified and unprepared. He's not sure what else to say, so he holds up the box of food he's carrying, a large bento box neatly wrapped in cloth.]
I brought, ah. Food. If you're hungry.
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He thinks the act of swallowing something might kill him. )
I'm not.
( Hungry. )
I'm fine, thank you Raidou-san. But it's been a wasted journey.
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A-Alright. You can put it in the fridge, or I can keep it if you change your mind.
[If he puts homemade Japanese crab salad in the cafeteria fridges, it'll disappear in an instant.]
Look. I, ah, I don't expect you to want to talk. To me. But if there's anything I can do, please let me know.
[He's not good at talking, but he's pretty good at listening.]
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( It comes too quick, and too sharp, the blow of it flickering just briefly across Geto's faux placid face. His jaw clenches, teeth grinding, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath, holds it. He should be better than this, he knows it. Grief is a tight knot, a fist against his throat. )
Raidou-san, I know you're trying to be kind. But I'm not -. ( A pause. The fact of the matter is that he's barely holding on. He has a tenuous grip on his violence as is. It's miraculous that he's managed to get here, hidden away in his room. Any time the anger rises he remembers Gojo's blank eyes in the desert. He has to remind himself of that, hands shaking where they're gripping the door. ) - I can't think.
( Each time his thoughts drift he finds the hold loosening. )
I'm sorry that I upset Yuji. But you understand why I had to pull back.
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I know. But please don't apologize. I understand. I just--
[He doesn't know what to do, how to help, if anything could ever be made easier. Yuji only blames himself for not being strong enough to stop Sukuna, and all the lives he took while in control of his body. He's not to blame, but if it were Raidou in his shoes, he knows he'd feel the same way. Raidou can't come up with the right words for him, either.]
I'll leave you be. I wanted to check on you. I-I was worried about you too, when I heard what happened.
[Not just over Yuji.]
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He looks at Raidou again, then at the box in his hands. He holds his own out quietly. Maybe he can eat some of it before the nausea hits. )
Thank you.
( Another pause. He badly wants to retreat back to his bed, makes himself swallow the lump in his throat. )
Has everyone been all right?
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Save it for later. When you're feeling up to it.
[He was prepared to leave after that, but stops when he's asked that question. It's a bit broad, so he's not sure how to answer.]
Ah... As best as to be expected.
[Which is about as good as one could hope for in this place.]