Here stands Geto in the middle of a shitty apartment unit with a box labeled “meals that’ll last” held in his hands. He doesn’t know how Gojo did it, doesn’t know what’s so important about him that made Gojo leave his clan and convince Geto to marry him.

He doesn’t think he’s good enough. Apparently Gojo thinks he’s everything— more than enough, more than good, too.

The door opens again and it reveals Gojo balancing four boxes in his arms. “Satoru,” he says exasperatedly, putting his box on the hardwood floor and going over to help Gojo. “Don’t try to do it all in one go. I’m here for a reason, you know.”