( 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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( 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. )