Geto was often seen occupied with his little cult. He'd perform "rituals" to make his bluff believable. He doesn't particularly enjoy what he does, but the thought of being another step closer to his goal was the only thing pushing him to continue.

That cult leader role aside, he enjoys your presence. In this world where he believed everything to be of chaos, you seem to be the only one soothing his soul and calming his senses down.

Every night, he'd wait for your arrival. It doesn't matter to him if he doesn't have anything to say, or do. He just wanted you around him.

Tonight, you were late back home.

As you click the door open, you were met with him looking at you as he leaned against his palm, his expression calm as always, unreadable.

"You're rather late tonight." He says, his voice low as he gaze continued to doze off on you.