[ realistically, he figured if gojo didn't like it, he would have brushed him off without any sense of guilt. while others could have practiced niceties, he didn't think the other man was the sort. ... and just like he expects, gojo seems to accept the touch well enough.

but, even if yuwon had been rejected, or if infinity had blocked his way— he wouldn't even be marginally offended. instead, he would have regarded it he would anything else. with the same sort of neutrality. ... but, the real answer is... yuwon didn't think he would be rejected. (this is awful) ]

Good, because I'm tired of holding onto them. [ secrets. he's mostly kidding, but it's true that knowledge could be a burden at times, and he isn't ignorant of that fact. though, if there is one thing he may have been oblivious to— ] ... [ he seems to stare at gojo for a moment, as if processing his words, before he releases a small hint of a scoff. his own fingers gradually withdrawing from him. ]

You should just worry about yourself. [ he lets gojo look at him, if just because he isn't bothered by his gaze.

instead, he wipes his face with the towel. ] You seem sensitive. [ is how he's taking it. thanks. ]