( The exhaustion washes over him then, blinking into the dark. Gojo is a blurry shadow and Geto cannot possibly know what his face is doing, and yet something twinges either way. )
Okay.
( Okay, what? Gojo said don't and he doesn't even know what that means, but he feels ill with fear and the room is close and dark. ) Get in, move over.
( Does he sound frantic? Maybe. He's climbing into bed without really giving Gojo much time to do as he's demanded, limbs knocking together, hands yanking the blankets up and over them like something terrible might happen if it isn't immediate. Maybe something might. He ends up on his side facing the other boy, eyes wide in the dark and no better sight for it. That's fine. He's fine. They're both fine. )
If I keep you up you have to tell me. All right? I don't want to make it worse.
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Okay.
( Okay, what? Gojo said don't and he doesn't even know what that means, but he feels ill with fear and the room is close and dark. ) Get in, move over.
( Does he sound frantic? Maybe. He's climbing into bed without really giving Gojo much time to do as he's demanded, limbs knocking together, hands yanking the blankets up and over them like something terrible might happen if it isn't immediate. Maybe something might. He ends up on his side facing the other boy, eyes wide in the dark and no better sight for it. That's fine. He's fine. They're both fine. )
If I keep you up you have to tell me. All right? I don't want to make it worse.