( He finds his softest t-shirt by touch alone, doesn't think to put on the light. )

That's because your legs are freakishly long. ( Without heat and despite the fact that they're similar heights. He comes back to hand over the shirt, taking Gojo's school jacket to hang it neatly on his nearby chair. ) Teleporting's cool when you're not tired enough to forget a limb, ah Satoru.

( He has to fight the urge to sweep white hair out of the other boy's eyes, instead he reaches out to take his sunglasses and fold them carefully up, put them safely aside. )

Do you need anything else?