( He'd longed for his friend like it was a physical absence. As though something had been carved out and he'd been walking around with the leftover wound. It's why he speaks now, quiet voice a gust of air against Gojo's skin, face hidden away in the dark. ) I thought I was holding you back. I thought maybe it was better if I didn't cling, because you were working so hard and that's what you wanted. I'm sorry, Satoru. I didn't see that you needed me too.
( It's something he forgets. His own impact. That no one else will watch out for the stumble, because no one else believes it exists. But what else is he built for if not to be there to catch Gojo Satoru when he needs it? )
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( He'd longed for his friend like it was a physical absence. As though something had been carved out and he'd been walking around with the leftover wound. It's why he speaks now, quiet voice a gust of air against Gojo's skin, face hidden away in the dark. ) I thought I was holding you back. I thought maybe it was better if I didn't cling, because you were working so hard and that's what you wanted. I'm sorry, Satoru. I didn't see that you needed me too.
( It's something he forgets. His own impact. That no one else will watch out for the stumble, because no one else believes it exists. But what else is he built for if not to be there to catch Gojo Satoru when he needs it? )
We're going to be fine now. We've got each other.