[ funny how something this simple feels like they’re clawing back something important. satoru suggests some lofty goal, and suguru grounds it into into the shape of something more achievable.
a reminder to sleep, to eat, to rest. the unspoken belief that they need to.
and it feels as natural as anything when suguru curls back up close and warm against him, when satoru throws an arm back over him and tangles their legs together under the blankets. ]
I missed you. [ it’s a soft, warm thing, murmured almost like a confession. ] I don’t want to do any of this without you either.
( 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? )
[ it’s the last bit that drags a little sigh out of him; the kind of relief that comes from someone who realizes they’re finally able to shelter from the storm.
he squeezes his arm around suguru a little more tightly in response, butting his head into the other boy’s shoulder in a gesture that’s (almost) cute enough to be called a nuzzle. ]
We’ve got each other. [ affirming it back to him, cementing it like an oath. ] No chance we can’t figure out all the rest of it, right? ‘cause we’re the strongest.
( And maybe it doesn't matter if he doesn't feel like it. Maybe all he really needs is Gojo Satoru at his side, no physical divide, no mental one either. It feels better now they're here, and maybe tomorrow they might have to shrug off cuddling in bed, but for now Geto will let himself have this. If he can't have anything else at all, at least let there be this. )
Go to sleep, Satoru. We can fix the world tomorrow, okay? After - ( And here, a yawn. It's late enough to warrant it, and maybe the emotional toll has already started weighing. ) - breakfast, at least. I'll make something.
[ suguru makes a sleepy, snuffling noise, and maybe it’s strange that something so simple can wrap its fingers around satoru’s heart and squeeze, but he’s already so used to suguru having access to all the most tender, human parts of himself that it barely seems worth remarking upon. ] And no fussing allowed when I load ‘em up with all the good stuff.
[ tipping his head enough to be able to press a sleepy kiss to suguru’s temple, too drowsy to even acknowledge the gesture to himself. ] G’night, Suguru.
( It comes out fondly, friendly, and then Gojo tips the scales a little by pressing his lips to Geto's temple, and he has to blink furiously there in the dark and hope the sudden beating of his heart is not felt. Stupid, they're stupid, he'd forgotten --.
Ah, but that's going to haunt him.
Wisely he keeps quiet, runs a hand up and down Gojo's back instead. Eventually he'll fall asleep, but at least for now there's this. That's all he needs. )
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a reminder to sleep, to eat, to rest. the unspoken belief that they need to.
and it feels as natural as anything when suguru curls back up close and warm against him, when satoru throws an arm back over him and tangles their legs together under the blankets. ]
I missed you. [ it’s a soft, warm thing, murmured almost like a confession. ] I don’t want to do any of this without you either.
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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.
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he squeezes his arm around suguru a little more tightly in response, butting his head into the other boy’s shoulder in a gesture that’s (almost) cute enough to be called a nuzzle. ]
We’ve got each other. [ affirming it back to him, cementing it like an oath. ] No chance we can’t figure out all the rest of it, right? ‘cause we’re the strongest.
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( And maybe it doesn't matter if he doesn't feel like it. Maybe all he really needs is Gojo Satoru at his side, no physical divide, no mental one either. It feels better now they're here, and maybe tomorrow they might have to shrug off cuddling in bed, but for now Geto will let himself have this. If he can't have anything else at all, at least let there be this. )
Go to sleep, Satoru. We can fix the world tomorrow, okay? After - ( And here, a yawn. It's late enough to warrant it, and maybe the emotional toll has already started weighing. ) - breakfast, at least. I'll make something.
( More sleepy snuffling, more wriggling closer. )
Okay?
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[ suguru makes a sleepy, snuffling noise, and maybe it’s strange that something so simple can wrap its fingers around satoru’s heart and squeeze, but he’s already so used to suguru having access to all the most tender, human parts of himself that it barely seems worth remarking upon. ] And no fussing allowed when I load ‘em up with all the good stuff.
[ tipping his head enough to be able to press a sleepy kiss to suguru’s temple, too drowsy to even acknowledge the gesture to himself. ] G’night, Suguru.
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( It comes out fondly, friendly, and then Gojo tips the scales a little by pressing his lips to Geto's temple, and he has to blink furiously there in the dark and hope the sudden beating of his heart is not felt. Stupid, they're stupid, he'd forgotten --.
Ah, but that's going to haunt him.
Wisely he keeps quiet, runs a hand up and down Gojo's back instead. Eventually he'll fall asleep, but at least for now there's this. That's all he needs. )