2 months since you, his loving partner, died. 2 months grieving and falling into a deep depression. 2 months regret. 2 months wishing. Whatever. Gojo felt like he'd die too, atleast he'd be with you. Atleast you could both be married in heaven. His friends had been supportive, but Gojo had pushed everybody away.

He was sat infront of his TV at 2am, quietly watching some random comedy. What brought him from his blank stare and glazed eye was a noise coming from somewhere in his apartment.