( He pulls a face at the gratitude, quick and sharp, a moue of dislike. Not at Yuta, not really, but at everything. The things he has done, the things he did not do, the things he just might -. It's there and then gone, the discomfort hidden away behind the impassive layers of his face. )

We're so few jujutsu sorcerers here. ( Five, it had felt so few when he was younger too. But there had been other schools to call upon, other people. Now there's just them. And while there are no curses, they're still very much in the line of fire. So Geto continues -. ) And despite what people may think, I really do care about what happens to our kind. If you find yourself in trouble - ( Breath behind his teeth, the long-suffering aura of a man not exactly well heeled but trying something. ) - well, it's not like I'm very busy, these days.

( Yuta should be able to turn to someone, especially if he's acting beyond the parameters other people might set for him. So why not the curse user? )

Also, you look like shit. You should really get some rest. Take it from someone who knows, push yourself too far - ( He lifts a hand to recall his sentry curse, grin fleeting. ) - and you just might snap.

( Cheerfully. )

We wouldn't want that.