They call me Geto-sama, I'm not - well. ( He doesn't get called dad, not like that. Mimiko and Nanako remember their parents. They know what they've lost. But it works for them, whatever they have made with each other. If he hovers like a parent and they don't balk at it then it's fine. ) I understand it, I still think it counts. If they don't have anyone else, then you're as close as they can get. A guardian is better than nothing, no?

( He blinks in a way that used to mean Gojo's words mean something to him, a too fast flutter as he gets his emotions under control. )

It's better now. They have room to breathe. We moved out of the apartment when I got things more firmly under control, and they like the others. I don't ask them to do anything that they wouldn't like. They can go where they want, and do what they want, and they often do. It's a shame. I think they'd probably vastly enjoy bullying Fushiguro-san. ( Progress, no hiccup on the name. He still dreams of Toji, sometimes. ) They'd probably have bullied you too, actually. It would have been unfair.

( A quick grin, sharp with mirth. )

Or drained your bank balance dry. One or the other.