Something twinges behind his ribs. He frowns in the dark, forgetting that his friend could see it. A hand lifts from the blankets and then falls back, unsure. His tongue tries forming words. Would it be kinder to let Gojo go to his own room? Yes, absolutely. He wanted to go there, didn't he? And yet it's been days, they've texted, on-and-off, but when was the last time they saw each other? When was the last time that terrible straining tension wasn't pulled taut?
He'd missed. )
That's okay, I wasn't really --. ( Sleeping? ) Hey, do you want to sit down? Here. I'll move ... ( A quiet shuffling sound, unusually messy sheets pulled aside. ) Was your mission okay? Are you sure nothing happened?
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Something twinges behind his ribs. He frowns in the dark, forgetting that his friend could see it. A hand lifts from the blankets and then falls back, unsure. His tongue tries forming words. Would it be kinder to let Gojo go to his own room? Yes, absolutely. He wanted to go there, didn't he? And yet it's been days, they've texted, on-and-off, but when was the last time they saw each other? When was the last time that terrible straining tension wasn't pulled taut?
He'd missed. )
That's okay, I wasn't really --. ( Sleeping? ) Hey, do you want to sit down? Here. I'll move ... ( A quiet shuffling sound, unusually messy sheets pulled aside. ) Was your mission okay? Are you sure nothing happened?