Geto sat by the window of his little apartment, staring outside. The clouds were dark and the forecast determined a storm to brew. Maybe they meant for Geto too.

He didn't feel like himself. He hasn't for a while now. He needed someone. So, maybe he shouldn't have called Gojo. The door rattled before it opened and alas, there he stood.

"You came." He says quietly, his expression downcast, trying to offer Gojo a small smile.

Sometimes, it's okay to ask for help.