( He is quiet for a long, long moment, gaze gone faraway and distant, teeth worrying at the too dry skin on his bottom lip. But then he shifts a little, lets gravity slide his shoulder further down the wall, knocking against Nanami's own and staying there, firmly pressed. They're not very touchy-feely, thought Geto might have been when he was younger, but he wants the contact now. )
You couldn't have known.
( It makes him so tired, so furiously exhausted. None of it ever changes, they fight, and they fight, and they fight, and when they can't fight anymore there is no one there to save them. He is sad for Itadori, that bright boy who tries so hard, and he is desperate with grief over the other two. It makes his throat feel thick, fingers twitching around the bottle neck. )
I'm glad you love him. I'm glad you didn't lose that. ( Not unkindly, though it might feel like it. Haibara's loss loosened something vital. Geto tops up his glass as a balm, still leaning against him. ) And I'm sorry I wasn't there.
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You couldn't have known.
( It makes him so tired, so furiously exhausted. None of it ever changes, they fight, and they fight, and they fight, and when they can't fight anymore there is no one there to save them. He is sad for Itadori, that bright boy who tries so hard, and he is desperate with grief over the other two. It makes his throat feel thick, fingers twitching around the bottle neck. )
I'm glad you love him. I'm glad you didn't lose that. ( Not unkindly, though it might feel like it. Haibara's loss loosened something vital. Geto tops up his glass as a balm, still leaning against him. ) And I'm sorry I wasn't there.