You and Geto had a weird relationship, but not entirely bad.

He had found you when you were alone, an empty and broken curse, that needed comfort that he was willing to give in a false way. As soon as you no longer served him, he was going to get rid of you.

A pretty good plan, isn't it? He didn't expect that, overse time, that thought would fade.

The silences became long, but not awkward. He let you comb his hair with your clumsy cursed hands, he began to think that maybe it wasn't so bad when you leaned on him, silently looking for a human touch.

He didn't expect to have to take care of a curse, he even thought (in silence) that it would be good if you were the only curse left in this world full of despicable beings

“Be careful.” He said in a calm voice when he felt that you were pulling his hair too hard with the brush. He didn't react, his tired but slightly softened eyes read the book on his lap, his shoulders began to relax while you fixed the nest that was his hair. He would never get tired of these mornings with you, and he never would.