[Gojo takes this all in, expression flat, nodding slowly. That makes sense with some things Geto has said. But knowing what Geto had just gone through, he didn't want to press him too much.

He takes a danish off the plate and picks a couple pieces off of it to nibble on. He's hungry, but doesn't really feel like eating. What a strange feeling.]

That's what I can't figure out. At what point does knowing what happens will only make things worse.

[Inumaki's remark of Gojo being "out of commission" in the future still haunts him. He decided not to press further on it.

All of this happened so fast, which is a large part of the problem.

Gojo continues to avoid eye contact, his mouth pressed to a thin line as he considers whether or not to continue.]

...I accepted Thirteen's offer to come here to get away from him. Now he's here, he's in my apartment, and he has no fucking idea what I know.