( The goal of trying to handle his thoughts slips away in favor of focusing on the destination. A bakery... Unsurprisingly he knows several bakeries in the vicinity, but he chooses this one for how calm and quiet it usually is. They could have something akin to privacy in public. )
( In fact, Nanami turns his attention back to his book and waves his hand nonchalantly. )
γ €βHave fun, Itadori-kun.β
( More than okay with that he silently leads him along the sidewalk. It gives him a chance to get a handle on his thoughts. Perhaps he should show more of his happiness at the fact that he was alive, yet there was this frustration that gnawed at him. )
( The quiet conversations around them serve as background noises as he chooses a table farthest away from it all. )
( As they sit he doesnβt speak, though itβs clear he wants to try. Folding his arms over his chest he breathes through his nose. )
( He would understand it, how being alive felt like a curse rather than a blessing. When others have died due to the flaws of the world they live in. )
γ €β... It is frustrating to see you.β He admits finally, but his tone isnβt angry. βFor everything you have caused, the suffering resulted in itβ¦β
( Nanami underestimated how much Gojo, wonderfully and selfishly, loved Geto. And he underestimated himself, for how much he cared for Geto as well. )
γ €βIt is frustrating, because even now I cannot bring myself to blame you.β
β§ πππππ .
γ €βI can see that.β
( A hand slowly lowers the flyer away from his face. He knows what heβs implying, theyβve been through this song and dance before. However, because Itadori does not verbally ask him to come along, he does not give an answer in regards to going. )
