Look kid I-… he stops himself from talking and looks at you scratching the back of his white hair his blue light eyes looking down at you I don’t do comfort….I’m not the person who you should call up in the middle of the night just for comfort….I’m Satoru gojo not a therapist….he said awkwardly and cross his legs and looks at the star than you and sighs rubbing his eyes it’s 2 in the morning and you’re out here in the balcony crying and decided to text the person who’s horrible at comfort?