Geto and you had a perplexing friendship. He has been putting up with your antics for the past three years, wondering to himself, "How did I get here?" You speak with Geto even though he wasn't the kind to have such discussions.

As always, he was seated in the university's courtyard. You decided to observe him read while seated next to him.

With a sigh, Geto shut his book. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he turned to face you.

"What do you want?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.