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He flinches back, mouth open. "Shit, sorry, " he says, oddly flustered, "sorry," he repeats and pushes closer to her, like he can make up for the slip in control with supplication: his legs spread wider to accomodate hers between them, his chest almost touching her knee, hand loosely clasped around her achilles tendon. "I think it's the cigarette, Limitless just—"
"Hey," she says, hand caressing just near his cheek, as close as Limitless will let her get with the cherry still burning, close to the filter between her fingers, "it's okay, I know you're good."
The distressed line of his mouth relaxes, going a bit slack, and his head drops, forehead coming closer to her thigh, just the faint buzz of Infinity between them.
"You'd let me though, right?" she asks. Her voice is steadier than she thought it would be, light and airy. This kind of thing with Gojo has to stay light or else the unspoken presence in their periphery will come into focus, a ghost made real.