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Geto didn’t shake the man’s hand back, leaving it to awkwardly hover in the air until he had the good sense to lower it. The man, Gojo, he’d said his name was, across from him didn’t look at all deterred by the awkward response or the way Geto still hadn’t made any move to loosen his grip on the knife. Geto stayed guarding the entrance to the lighthouse, making sure this man didn’t somehow slip past him right into his home, he seemed like the type who could do that.
“So I’m right aren’t I?” Gojo continued talking, stepping closer which caused Geto to immediately hold his knife tighter. He did notice how the man didn’t say it as a question, looking entirely too confident for someone who just declared he was looking for ghosts. A week ago, hell even a day ago, Geto would have shoved this man right back out into the rain and made it clear that he shouldn’t ever come back. Now though, maybe it would be a good idea to at least hear him out, seeing as only moments before his arrival, Geto had been convinced he was about to be possessed by a ghost or something of the sort.
“I don’t believe in ghosts, any sane person wouldn’t.” Geto supplied back, still keeping his voice guarded. He didn’t outright deny Gojo, or send him away. He wasn’t really in a position to do that anymore, and keeping him around for a little longer might at least give another target to whatever was haunting his house.
“You don’t have to believe in them for them to exist, and I don’t really care what you find sane or not,” Gojo shrugged, keeping the same irritating smirk on his face. “Now are you going to let me in, or do I have to keep standing here in the pouring rain until you give up?”
Geto supposed he really couldn’t let this man keep standing in the rain. He was still wary of him, but he wasn’t awful enough to just let someone stand there and soak. Geto sighed and stood aside, letting Gojo in.
“I’m only doing this because there’s a storm by the way.” Geto felt the need to add, as the man strode in, shaking the rain off him like a dog which Geto couldn’t help but wince at.
“Well I’m grateful anyway, and we can talk all about your ghost problem while I’m here.” Gojo said perfectly confident, and felt at home enough to walk straight into Geto’s kitchen.
While Geto didn’t want to actually acknowledge the strange creature in his house any more, if Gojo insisted on talking about it there was nothing much he could do. Plus, he couldn’t deny he was curious about what the man had to say. There had been disappearances lately in the town and Geto definitely didn’t want to be next, and it looked like he might be unless this guy could help him somehow. Geto was still cautious about relying too much on a stranger, though. He had always been taught not to do that.
He quickly followed Gojo into the kitchen, seeing the man browsing through the various foods in his cupboards. God, he really felt comfortable looking around didn’t he.
“Would you like something to eat?” Geto spoke up dryly, not hiding his irritation as he spoke, and once again Gojo didn’t react to it.
“Nah, s’alright. You haven’t got anything good here anyway.” Gojo shrugged and plopped himself down on one of the chairs around the small, unsteady table in the kitchen.
Geto huffed and ran a hand through his hair, annoyed at the lack of sleep he had and now the stranger who had invaded his home, and also being quite rude about it. He spotted the porcelain shards still littering the floor and made a move to clean them up before he or Gojo stepped on them. At this point he wouldn’t mind the latter too much.
He bent down and swept the shards into the small dustpan he kept in one of the bottom shelves in the kitchen. Unfortunately, it seemed Gojo didn’t shut up or have any kind of filter on him because he felt the need to speak up about this too.
Laughing annoyingly too loud for this time of night, Gojo spoke up again, “Damn, that thing really frightened you didn’t it.”
Geto glared over his shoulder to Gojo, tempted to toss one of the shards at him. From what very little he knew about Gojo so far, he would probably catch it and make some annoying comment about how terrible Geto’s aim was, and Geto couldn’t deal with that right now after everything else.
“It was your knocking actually, it startled me. You know, it being midnight and all.” Geto pointed out to him through gritted teeth to which Gojo just chuckled at.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, I arrived much later than I expected, ended up taking the wrong path down to the lighthouse, and the sudden rain didn’t help.”
Geto sat down opposite him once he had finished sweeping up, and wrung his hands around to keep himself occupied a little.
“Right… so why are you actually here then?” Geto asked tentatively, figuring they should just get into it now. He hoped he was hiding his nerves at least somewhat well. He hadn’t expected to have to admit to anyone how terrified he had been just a moment ago, and he was hoping he didn’t have to now.
The smirk finally slipped off Gojo’s face and he leaned forward a little more serious, the sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. “I’m here to catch your ghost. I told you that.”
Geto had to stop himself from groaning in response. He wanted an actual explanation: Why Gojo came here specifically? How did he plan to catch anything? It seemed that wouldn’t be happening though. That was his fault for thinking anything about this could be easy.
“What are you talking about?” Geto sighed in exasperation and leaned forward on the table, mirroring Gojo.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You can pretend that I’m insane if you want and choose to remain ignorant right up until you’re snatched from your bed in the middle of the night if you’d prefer. The truth is I know you know what’s going on in this town as I do, and you wouldn’t be glancing over your shoulder every second if you knew you were perfectly safe and by yourself.” Gojo continued on, staring at Geto intently. Geto hadn’t even realised that he had been constantly looking over his shoulder during the conversation, it had become sort of a nervous habit.
He knew Gojo was right, and being ignorant wouldn’t get him anywhere, so Geto bit the bullet and admitted to Gojo what had been going on the past few days.
“Fine, I know things have been odd around here lately alright. I started noticing it all just about a week ago. I really didn’t think it meant anything until I heard of another woman going missing just yesterday morning...apparently she had been feeling a little paranoid too before it happened.” Geto explained as Gojo listened intently, seeming to take in every word he was saying.
“She thought she was being watched, right?” Gojo asked quietly, his voice lowering in a way that put Geto just a little on edge.
“That’s what she said, yes, and that she was having strange sorts of dreams...like someone was choking her, or abusing her.” Geto admitted, trying to stop himself from looking over his shoulder once again. He oddly did feel safer with Gojo here already, it was just helpful having someone who seemed to know what they were doing, not leaving Geto totally isolated. It was the one time he actually preferred having company.
Gojo nodded, but didn’t make any move at all to write anything down, seeming to keep it all in his head. “I see, now enough about her she’s obviously already dead, or probably anyway. Lets focus on you for now, seeing as you’re still alive.”
Geto was a little taken aback by the blunt tone, as they were discussing a potentially dead woman.
“You really think she’s dead?” He asked, unable to help the small tremble in his voice. He had heard about ghosts only when he was with his friends, as they tried to keep each other distracted during the air raid drills that were scattered through his childhood. They never really reached a conclusion on exactly what it was that ghosts did. Geto remembered countless arguments about whether they possessed you, scared you to death, used objects to kill you, or consumed you in a way. They also never found a consistent pattern in how they went about haunting, or how they looked. Maybe Gojo would know.
“Probably, but as I said it doesn’t matter. You’re very much alive and also not missing, so you do matter. Tell me, what’s been happening to you?” Gojo’s tone was still blunt as he talked, but it didn’t sound uncaring or cold. It just struck Geto as someone doing something that needed to be done. He admired it, seeing as he would never be able to do the same thing. He hadn’t before, always letting his feelings get in the way far too much. Geto shook his head of his thoughts, seeing as Gojo had asked him a question.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to describe it. The journal he had written in earlier would be more than useless now, and would most likely look a little bit pathetic to Gojo.
“I haven’t had any dreams like that, not yet anyway. It’s mostly just the feeling of being watched...and its been cold, really cold down here. I guess lately it feels like whatever it is has been watching closer lately.” Geto explained, hoping it would be useful to Gojo’s research.
“Hmm, pretty standard ghost stuff then. The feeling of being watched, the chill of a soul as it brushes past you. You might not even get the dreams, it always affects people in different ways.” Gojo shrugged, looking as if they were discussing the weather.
He leaned a little closer then, voice dropping to almost a whisper, as if it was something he wanted Geto to hear and nobody else.
“Tell me, what’s the weather like tonight?”
Geto narrowed his eyes, taking a moment to make sure he had heard the question right.
“There’s a storm. It’s not particularly uncommon around this time.” Geto spoke slowly, almost like he was talking to a child. He hadn’t meant to be condescending, but it was a rather stupid question.
Gojo didn’t look offended, just smirked a little as if he was proving a point.
“Is there?” Gojo asked, and nodded to the kitchen window looking out of the lighthouse.
Geto slowly followed his gaze. The previous lashing of the rain against the glass had halted completely. The sediment that had been flinging itself at the window had also come to a complete stop. Geto leaned back in his seat, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. While it was possible for the storm to have ended in such a short amount of time, it seemed highly unlikely to say the least. It wasn’t the most viscous storm Geto had ever seen in his time at the lighthouse, but it certainly had not been calm enough to stop in just a few minutes. It had been pouring just two minutes ago when Gojo had been knocking at his door. Geto glanced up at the clock ticking away on the kitchen wall. Yes, Gojo had knocked only a few minutes before this, and the proof of the storm was sitting opposite him, dripping wet, soaked head to toe.
“It stopped.” Geto muttered absent-mindedly and Gojo nodded.
“Mhm, it did. It also never really started. I was completely dry before I came in about 5 metres of your lighthouse, really slowed me down, I was standing there for like ten minutes circling the place and seeing where it stopped and started. You don’t see something like that everyday.” Gojo informed him, making Geto’s mind only more hazy.
“It was only raining here?” Geto asked, remembering how the battering of the stones against the window earlier had sent him into a complete panic.
“Yeah it was. Seems like that thing really wanted to scare you, did a damn good job of it too.”
Geto tried not to get too offended at that, after all it was technically true. Maybe ghosts worked by scaring people to death then. Geto was a little annoyed at that, seeing as when he was a kid he had hedged his bets on a ghost aiming to posses you rather than anything else.
“Is that what they do then? Scare you to death?” Geto asked in a small mutter, almost a little hesitant to know the answer. The idea of being scared to death wasn’t one he would’ve put on his top ways to die. He didn’t think about it a lot, but occasionally when things got a little too lonely he would begin to think about death. He didn’t particularly want it to happen soon, though, and not like this.
“Well I wouldn’t know that until I’d been killed by one” Gojo pointed out, shooting Geto his infuriating smirk again that made him want to punch him.
“Right…” Geto mumbled and slumped back in his seat. He watched Gojo for a moment, who was glancing around Geto’s kitchen.
“So what is your plan here exactly?”
Gojo’s gaze finally landed back on him, and he gave another shrug, rocking back on his chair which Geto hoped broke and let him fall straight on the floor. Of course, the chair didn’t break, and Gojo kept rocking on it in a very irritating way.
“Stay around and observe of course”
Great, so Geto was going to be stuck with this man for what very well could be the last part of his life, if Gojo was to be believed about the ghost.
“Why here? I can’t be the only one with something haunting their house.” Geto didn’t think he and this other woman would be the only ones having these problems, and he had been curious from the start about why Gojo was here specifically.
Gojo shrugged, and pulled out some kind of dessert from his bag, and happily began munching on it in front of Geto. Why had he bothered to scout around his kitchen so much if he had food on him already?
“Well I had to start somewhere didn’t I? Plus you weren’t the first door I knocked on, you were just the first person that let me in. Which means you must have known what I was talking about.”
It made sense when Geto thought about it. He didn’t know why he’d assumed that he was the first person Gojo talked to that night. That made sense about why he’d shown up so late.
“So you went all around the town, knocking on the doors of families in the middle of the night?” Geto couldn’t believe that a person could have so little tact. It was a wonder no one had informed the police about him yet.
“Yep” Gojo nodded, as if he didn’t see the problem with that at all. He just kept munching on...what looked like mochi, out of a little paper bag. How on earth had Gojo got hold of that? He must have been well off.
“Right...well it’s late. I can make up the couch for you, If you’d like.” Geto offered, since this whole conversation was leaving him a little out of his depth, and maybe it would be somewhat easier to talk to Gojo in the morning.
Gojo looked up at him sceptically, narrowing his eyes. “You’re really about to go to sleep right now, after all this?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” It didn’t seem like whatever was bothering him was still around, so why should he force himself to stay awake. Geto was more worried about a strange man in his house than any kind of supernatural entity at this point.
“Suit yourself I guess, but it’s pretty much like going to sleep with a Python while it sizes itself up right beside you.” Gojo shrugged, brushing cake crumbs off his jacket.
Geto wished Gojo hadn’t said that, the imagery of being swallowed by a snake making him shiver. What was he meant to do? Stay up all night and wait for something to happen.
“Well I’m going to sleep, do you want the couch or not?” Geto asked, his tone a little clipped, fed up with Gojo and this whole night.
“If you insist.” Gojo sprang up from his chair, looking far too cheerful, and followed Geto to the small, circular living room.
Geto took note of how calm it was compared to when he had been in there no more than twenty minutes ago. There was no battering on the windows, no sounds of wind squeezing itself through the gaps in the walls, no freezing chill occupying the room. It had only seemed to stop when Gojo came in. On one hand, it meant that Geto was possibly safe for the evening. On the other hand, it meant that whatever was in here only wanted Geto, not interested in anyone else.
He tried to stop thinking about it for now and closed the living room curtains, leaving it dark enough to sleep for his guest. He got the blankets and cushions out from under the sofa and arranged them on top.
“Well, goodnight, Gojo” Geto motioned to the couch for him, hoping he wasn’t going to start complaining about the pillows being too thin or the blankets being too scratchy.
Thankfully, Gojo didn’t, and he just gave Geto a polite nod while he took his shoes off.
“Thanks…” Gojo looked up at him, waiting for something. It took Geto a minute to realise he had never actually told Gojo what his name was. He really should have shown better manners than that.
“Geto, Suguru Geto” He told him quietly.
Gojo grinned and stuck his hand out again, which Geto actually took this time. Having the man's warm hand in his made a small rush of electricity shoot through his body which he immediately blushed at. Thankfully for the darkness, Gojo wouldn’t notice.
“Nice to meet you, Suguru” Gojo put emphasis on his first name, drawing it out playfully. Of course this man would use his first name. It seemed in line with everything he knew about him so far.
“And you, goodnight.” Geto muttered before turning on his heel and heading upstairs. This whole evening had exhausted him and he needed nothing more than a rest. He checked the light, ensuring it was still on and flashing in the correct pattern, all while he tried to ignore what Gojo said earlier, about him sleeping next to a python.
***
Geto woke up to no ringing in his ears that morning, which was odd. Maybe it was too early for his alarm clock to be bothering him. He groaned into the pillow and rolled onto his side. The light that hit his eyes immediately definitely said otherwise, he’d obviously slept right through the irritating high pitched ringing and shaking clock face that he was used to greeting him every morning. Geto raised his hand to shield himself from the sun pouring through the thin, non blackout curtains. He very rarely ever woke up to sunlight, and the few times he did it was always around the 21st June. It being late August meant he definitely slept past when he was meant to.
Geto slowly sat up after 10 minutes of pulling the covers over his head and almost falling back asleep. At least he wasn’t dead yet, turns out Gojo was wrong.
Oh shit, Gojo was still here. He’d forgotten all about that annoying problem for a blissful 10 minutes, having briefly thought it was all just some weird, bad dream. Geto had only been awake for a very short amount of time, and he was already getting a headache.
He pulled himself out of bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. It read 12 minutes until 8 o’clock. So not terrible, but Geto definitely would be behind all day with his duties now. He dressed himself in his usual white short sleeved shirt and black trousers, finding the least creased items now he had company over. Hopefully, Gojo wasn’t too much of a morning person. That way Geto could get on with what he needed to do without being delayed any longer.
He splashed some cold water on his face, taking in the dark rings under his eyes in the mirror. His cheekbones and jaw were somehow sharper than usual, and his cheeks looked just the faintest bit hollowed. Geto decided he would go out to eat today, he was already being forced into being sociable so what was a little more. He would go out to a proper restaurant and eat a proper hot meal, try and gain back some of the weight he’d lost to stress the past few months. He would have to feed Gojo anyway, be a good host to the odd man, so he’d take him out to get lunch.
After cleaning himself up a little, and pulling the long, dark hair into its usual half up, half down style, Geto trudged down the stairs to see Gojo already up and pacing around the downstairs floor.
Great, so he was a morning person.
Gojo seemed up and lively, despite having slept on a cramped couch most of the night. He was pacing between the kitchen and the living room, carrying an odd, clunky device looking thing that Geto had never seen before. Geto also noticed that Gojo had changed his clothes since last night, now dressed in a dry, tight fitting light blue shirt that made Geto’s gaze linger on him. He cleared his throat as soon as he realised he was staring, feeling the familiar shame creep up on him, getting the attention of the man inhabiting his house now.
Gojo snapped his head around, his eyes bright compared to Geto who was beyond exhausted.
“Good morning, Suguru,” Gojo greeted him, once again drawing out his first name a little too much. “You really do love your sleep don’t you”
Geto scowled at that, any warm feeling he had felt at the first sight of Gojo gone now, annoyed at the assumption he was lazy and always stayed in bed this long.
“I must have slept through my alarm clock, I’m usually up before sunrise.” He mumbled and clenched his jaw, already irritated at the first sentence out of Gojo’s mouth.
“You’re telling me, I had to listen to that thing chiming for ages. Eventually I just went and shut it off for you.” Gojo informed him like it was no big deal.
Geto’s eyes widened and he stared incredulously at Gojo. “You went in my bedroom while I was asleep?”
Gojo didn’t even spare him another glance, just focusing on his weird little device and hitting it a couple of times, like it wasn’t working. “I didn’t stare at you while you were sleeping or anything. I just went in and stopped the annoying thing ringing for you.”
Geto was even more incensed that Gojo seemed to think he was doing him some sort of favour. Geto no doubt would have woken up soon enough and then he wouldn’t be behind in all his jobs like he was now.
“Right, well thanks to you I’m behind on everything. I’ll be in the light room, there’s some milk bread in the kitchen cupboard if you want anything.” Geto didn’t stick around to wait for Gojo’s response, just heading back up to the light.
Geto entered the large, circular room, covered with windows on every wall, flooding it with sunlight. When Geto was younger, he remembered how his cat would always come up here, resting on one of the ledges and basking in the warmth. He went over to the light, which had turned itself off at sunrise due to the timer he set for it, and began gently cleaning the lens and the windows like he usually would in the morning. He sat down on the ledge he did last night and pulled his journal out from where he stored it, jotting down all the weather conditions. His usual entries started at 5 in the morning, and were now three hours behind, but he recorded what he could see in detail anyway. Geto’s gaze kept flicking to the page from last night, and he couldn’t help the way the hairs rose on his skin as he remembered that this was the exact spot he’d been sat in when that chill had overcome him. He wondered if Gojo would feel it as well tonight, if whatever it was came back.
***
Geto caught up on all his maintenance of the lighthouse, rushing just a bit so he could still have time to grab lunch. After he was done, he went back downstairs to find Gojo once again at his kitchen table. He was a little surprised that the man had stayed out of his hair for so long. It seemed Gojo had tucked into the milk bread because it was open on the table with only three slices left.
Geto couldn’t be annoyed, he had told Gojo to help himself. He just took a deep breath and sank into the chair opposite him.
Gojo looked up and held out a slice of half eaten bread. “Want some?” He muffled, his mouth stuffed full.
Geto couldn’t hold back his expression from contorting in slight disgust. “No..thank you”
Gojo shrugged and crammed the rest into his mouth, “So, I see nothing killed you last night.”
“It didn’t. Your warning obviously wasn’t needed” Geto pointed out, a little annoyed Gojo had made him worry about going to sleep for no point.
The man across from him rolled his eyes and sat upright in the chair, “Just because you were fine it doesn’t mean my warning wasn’t necessary. You know nothing about ghosts, as evidenced, whereas I do. So I’d strongly suggest listening to me a bit more.”
Geto wanted to point out that Gojo still hadn’t explained anything about who he was or how he knew about this, but then again, Geto hadn’t really asked or prodded very much.
He pursed his lips and gave a shallow nod, “Fine, but you have to give me more information. How do you know about any of this?”
Gojo gave a satisfied smile, like he’d been just waiting for Geto to ask him that for ages. “I’ll tell you, but not just yet. Is there a good cafe around here?”
Geto knew it wouldn’t have been that easy. He just nodded and stood up from the chair, checking to make sure there were still some crumpled up notes in his pockets. “Yeah there’s a couple. Come on, I’ll take you out for lunch.”
***
They ended up in a little cafe overlooking the beach. Geto was sat opposite Gojo as he slurped quite loudly on his lemonade, whereas Geto just ordered a cup of green tea. He was never one for very sugary drinks or food. He preferred something calm that wouldn’t upset his stomach or give him a headache later on.
Their sandwiches came out about 10 minutes later, which was when Geto finally started talking to him. The previous minutes had been spent in silent on his part while he looked out of the window.
Geto always found comfort in seeing the waves lap gently up against the sand. He also found comfort seeing them crash against the cliff side. The sea was just calming that way, maybe it was the familiarity he had with it that caused the feeling. He’d grown up by the sea ever since he was born, living in a house the other side of the small, coastal town. His father had owned the lighthouse before Geto did, meaning they were always close by, and he took it over after his father died in the second world war. He’d thought that would end up souring the sight of the sea and the beach for him, reminding him of childhood memories now tainted with loss. It hadn’t, luckily, seeing as Geto didn’t have much of a choice in taking over responsibility of the thing. Looking out again at the waves now, he recalled all the times he would run to the beach in the evening with his younger sisters. He remembered how they snuck away there sometimes in the dead of night, when their parents were fast asleep, just for the thrill of doing something they shouldn’t. He remembered sitting there for hours when he received the news that his father died, just watching the waves.
All those memories were enough to keep him distracted while Gojo rambled on about food. Not ghosts, annoyingly, as that would have been much more useful. No, Gojo was more interested in telling him all about how lacking this town was in sweets. Geto had dryly explained once that it was difficult to import them during times of political turmoil, and even harder for shop owners to afford and then for people in the towns to actually buy. But, it was becoming clear to Geto that Gojo was too well off to understand or sympathise with any of this, meaning he didn’t bother pointing it out more than once.
Gojo’s tirade was only interrupted by the sound of plates on the table as the food was brought over. Geto took the opportunity to speak now that Gojo’s mouth was full of bread and meat.
“So, as you can imagine I’m pretty sceptical about all this. I let you stay the night at my lighthouse only because there was a storm and you were making a little sense to my sleep deprived head. If we are going to continue this, though, you need to answer my questions,” Geto said firmly, determined not to let Gojo avoid it any longer.
Gojo just nodded and said something Geto couldn’t decifer due to the food in his mouth. It seemed like some sort of affirmation, so Geto went on with his question.
“Right. First questions, which you said you’d answer when I took you to a cafe, how do you know about ghosts and all that? And why come to this village?”
Gojo finally took his question seriously, wiping his mouth with a napkin and straightening up a little.
“Well, I travel to every village actually. Ghosts are a pretty big problem around Japan, causing most disappearances you know. It’s a family business you see, kind of a secret from the public. No need to frighten people with it all.”
Geto took in everything Gojo was saying in, and he supposed it did make a bit of sense to him. As much as ghosts could make sense.
“So, how do you plan to get rid of them then?”
Gojo again nodded in understanding of his question and leaned forward, still speaking in a slightly lower voice so no one could hear them.
“Well, it depends on the type of ghost. See they all want different things. Some of them are harmless, just wanting something to watch. In that case there really isn’t any point doing anything. Don’t want to risk angering them after all” Gojo explained, capturing Geto’s attention entirely. It wasn’t often someone informed you about the supernatural, something talked and theorised about for years. “Whereas some are vengeful, they make it their point to torture you, driving some even to suicide if they aren’t scared to death. In that case, sometimes you can just move out of the house, it’ll haunt the next person that comes along and I’ll deal with it from there using some simple machinery.”
Geto nodded, and once he looked at the machinery Gojo supposedly had he didn’t really mind his staying. If Gojo was some serial killer, Geto would likely already be dead by now. There was just one thing that caught his attention.
“You said sometimes, does that not always work?”
Gojo was quiet, pensive, for a moment. “Not always… if the ghost is just vengeful then no problem, it likely wont venture out of whatever building it has chosen to inhabit.” Gojo paused before speaking again, for the first time he actually looked thoughtful about what he was going to say. “The problem only arises when a ghost wants revenge on you specifically.”
“How do you tell?” Geto asked quietly, his gaze already lowering to the table as if he knew he wasn’t going to like the answer.
“Well I just ask them this, did you leave anyone angry at you when they died?”
Geto’s body ran cold, and he pushed his plate away, no longer hungry. His silence was an obvious answer for Gojo who stayed quiet for a minute too. It all made sense, the way the ghost seemed to want Geto specifically, how it felt much more menacing last night than some entity that was just curious.
After a little while, Gojo finally spoke up, an odd undercurrent of...empathy? In his tone.
“It’ll be alright, whatever. I’m here now.” Gojo said confidently, which did actually make Geto feel a little more reassured. He had no choice now but to put his complete trust in this man. He prayed he wouldn’t regret it.