[ Nanami's never viewed himself as much of a caretaker, of someone to go to for comfort. But he finds himself honored when he's in this space with Gojo, when Gojo seeks him out and his company and his comfort. It's been a gift, as part of their relationship, and not one Nanami is keen on squandering. So when Gojo kisses him back and he feels that warmth from him, Nanami only presses back with something of a smile on his lips in return.

When Gojo responds by bumping up into him as well, Nanami just presses another kiss against the corner of his mouth, gives him another nuzzle. There's something so freeing about being able to share his affection with the other man even at nights like these where things feel cold and lonely. If Nanami is able to change that even a little bit for Gojo, he has succeeded.

His question gets an amused huff from Nanami and he lifts a shoulder in a shrug, sinking down against Gojo and nuzzling his face into his hair lightly. Then his head drops against the pillow Gojo is using, sharing it now and letting their eyes meet in the darkness like that. ]

I'm not but ... I only know that the grief has gotten easier for me. I can only hope it will do the same for you.

[ He thinks about Haibara, how angry and scared he was after the other boy died. How it was a big part of why he ran away. Yet the more time passed, the more action he took to feel like he had control over his life again — even returning to being a sorcerer helped — the more he felt like he made his peace with Haibara's death. The more he felt like he could keep moving forward.

Cautiously, quietly, the hand on Gojo's cheek moves to his neck and Nanami scoots forward a little until their noses are almost touching, their eyes making eye contact in the dark. Then, his voice, so tender — ]

I love you, Satoru.