He almost laughs, swallows it down audibly instead. Gojo touches him though, their knees bumping, fingers playing with a lock of his hair, and he thinks about how hard it is to pretend. He thought he was doing it for the best, that he might have become something more like an awful weight, an anchor unasked for. He doesn't quite know what to do when it's asked outright. )
I'm -. ( His voice quietens, fingers sliding across the sheets to press against Gojo's sternum. ) I don't know.
( It feels a little like a bloodletting, his fingers flattening until his entire palm can be pressed to where the sword went through. Beneath his touch he can feel heat. He's here, he's real, he's alive. His words drop to a whisper, low like a confession though somehow strangely steady. )
Actually, I think there's something wrong with me. ( The same hand slides higher, up to where he can feel a heartbeat. ) Satoru, I don't really know what to do.
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He almost laughs, swallows it down audibly instead. Gojo touches him though, their knees bumping, fingers playing with a lock of his hair, and he thinks about how hard it is to pretend. He thought he was doing it for the best, that he might have become something more like an awful weight, an anchor unasked for. He doesn't quite know what to do when it's asked outright. )
I'm -. ( His voice quietens, fingers sliding across the sheets to press against Gojo's sternum. ) I don't know.
( It feels a little like a bloodletting, his fingers flattening until his entire palm can be pressed to where the sword went through. Beneath his touch he can feel heat. He's here, he's real, he's alive. His words drop to a whisper, low like a confession though somehow strangely steady. )
Actually, I think there's something wrong with me. ( The same hand slides higher, up to where he can feel a heartbeat. ) Satoru, I don't really know what to do.