[ For sorcerers, time is such a precious commodity, something to be treasured and used wisely, because there's no telling when their time will run out, which moments might be their last. However, that's no longer as true as it once was, and the threats they face have quieted down. It's hard not to get sucked into the cycle of dread, waiting for the other shoe to fall while things look good for the present, but when he thinks about it...they do have time, don't they? Time to heal. Time to spend together. Time to love. Luxuries that are so hard to afford in their line of work, and yet here they are.
Nanami's gaze is piercing, even in the darkness, and his words likewise; a fluttering warmth swells up in Gojo's chest, as it always does when he hears those words. When he's reminded that he's loved β that he's worth loving. There are few things so purely uncomplicated that can cut right to his heart like those three words.
He exhales, silent but for the gentle gust of breath that brushes Nanami's lips. ]
Kento...I love you, too.
[ It's a privilege to tell him, to remind him. He doesn't do it enough, but each time he does, his voice is raw with unfettered affection. He lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, simply...breathing, collecting the remaining vestiges of panic from his nightmare, the fingers of one hand curling into the fabric of his partner's shirt.
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Nanami's gaze is piercing, even in the darkness, and his words likewise; a fluttering warmth swells up in Gojo's chest, as it always does when he hears those words. When he's reminded that he's loved β that he's worth loving. There are few things so purely uncomplicated that can cut right to his heart like those three words.
He exhales, silent but for the gentle gust of breath that brushes Nanami's lips. ]
Kento...I love you, too.
[ It's a privilege to tell him, to remind him. He doesn't do it enough, but each time he does, his voice is raw with unfettered affection. He lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, simply...breathing, collecting the remaining vestiges of panic from his nightmare, the fingers of one hand curling into the fabric of his partner's shirt.
And then, breaking the silence again β ]
Sweet pookie pie...will you make me some tea?
[ :3 ]