“Why not both?” Gojo said. He softened his voice. “I like watching it with you.”
Gojo’s grin softened for a heartbeat. “Makes you wonder about what you’d call home after so many goodbyes.” He tilted his head at her. “You ever think about—everything that’s left when people finish being who they were for you?” Marin and Gojo Watching Frieren -Totonito-
Gojo reclined with a lazy grin, one arm slung along the back of the couch. “That ‘I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes’ vibe? Classic Frieren. You’re going to cry by episode three.” He waggled an eyebrow and pointed at the plate. “Eat one—fuel your tears.” “Why not both
A quiet episode beat unfolded on-screen: a small kindness, a long-lasted regret, a moment of gentle forgiveness. Marin’s expression shifted—no theatrics, just an honest unfolding. Gojo watched her more than the show, noticing the way her jaw unknotted. He flicked a takoyaki across and caught it in a chopstick. “See? Emotional nourishment.” “Makes you wonder about what you’d call home
She blinked. The confession hung between them quieter than the rain. For a long moment the room contained only the show, the weather, and two people who found new stories in each other’s faces. When the credits rolled, neither moved to stand—both reluctant to leave the small, shared stillness.
She met his eyes. “Sometimes.” The rain tapped a quick conversation against the glass. “But watching someone who remembers differently… it’s a reminder to pay attention now.”
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