( He doesn't know if it's that simple. He isn't sure they'll even let them. But a part of him wants to believe it when Gojo lays things out like that. Like they're irrefutable, unchangeable. Like the two of them get to dictate the path they're on. )

Okay.

( All at once the exhaustion hits, Geto wriggles closer for wont of a better solution, curling the two of them together like they're too parts of a whole underneath his blanket. ) Okay, we can do that. That sounds like a good plan, Satoru. But we're not doing anything tomorrow, okay? Sleep. Food. You need to rest. I need to rest. Let's just do that and not think about anything else just yet, okay?