( He shifts a little, reading between the lines. It's not that he never thinks about Gojo Satoru, it's just that he tries very hard not to. He'd made it look as easy as he could, leaving, had forced himself through the steps with the air of a man who'd found enlightenment. It had been a very good act, one he keeps up even now. He tells himself that the wound has long healed, but sometimes, moments like now, he moves wrong and the pain lances through him again. He wants to say something about it, wants maybe to ask about him, or to tell Nanami he's glad that at least one of them didn't up and leave. But he can't quite unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth and instead he lets out a breath, half-shuddering. )

Well, the offers there. But just because you've said no doesn't mean you can't call on me if situations like this ever arise again.

( Because who is he to lecture a man on poor decisions? )

Or if you need company that won't leave you soaking and bruised in a bathroom.