( The glare Gojo gets is half-hearted at best, mouth twisting as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, one hand behind himself to keep his balance. )

Hence the brain damage. I'd have to be, if I wanted to kiss you when you're singlehandedly the most infuriating person I know. Don't smile like that, I know it's fucked up. ( It had been better when they were teenagers, when things had been hopeful. That he still carries a singular spark he can't violently snuff out is on him. ) I'm going.

( He's not. )