[ He, Nanami briefly thinks, is a coward. This isn't something new to him, he thought about it in reference to his running away from being a sorcerer, and in turn his return. There is just something about him that is avoidant by nature and it's something he has to grapple with now as an adult. Though part of him wryly thinks that he doesn't really need to deal with it anymore because he's dead, right? So, what's done is done. Once he leaves this hotel, there is no more growing for him to do and only the afterlife awaits.
But once again, he realizes he's a coward as he sees Yuji's grief overtake him and realizes he did really, truly for a moment, want to run away from this. He didn't want to be the one to deal with these strong emotions, didn't want to have to console or figure out what to say when he'd already made his peace with dying in the moment of his death and moved on. Except did he? Since he still hasn't told Gojo the truth, still hasn't told him that he's dead and things in Shibuya were far worse than he lied about.
Hell, Yuji's reaction is all he needs to know that things aren't going as smoothly as he thought they might.
It's all a lot of thought that he tries to dismiss as Yuji collapses against his chest, sobbing. His hand comes up and curls against the back of his neck, fingers sliding into the hair at his nape as he cradles Yuji's head to his chest. His other arm goes around his shoulder and holds him carefully, broad palm sliding up and down over Yuji's back as he tries to soothe him. He's not the most caretaking individual, in his opinion, but he's not going to leave Yuji out to dry. ]
Don't speak. Just let it out. We can talk after.
[ It's been a few weeks since he arrived at the hotel and he has to admit, he was lulled into a false sense of security. Life as a sorcerer was over, life as Nanami Kento was over. He didn't need to worry about what was going on back home. Now, with Yuji in his arms, hearing him sob his heart out, Nanami knows he was being foolish. Immature. Irresponsible. He should have known better. ]
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But once again, he realizes he's a coward as he sees Yuji's grief overtake him and realizes he did really, truly for a moment, want to run away from this. He didn't want to be the one to deal with these strong emotions, didn't want to have to console or figure out what to say when he'd already made his peace with dying in the moment of his death and moved on. Except did he? Since he still hasn't told Gojo the truth, still hasn't told him that he's dead and things in Shibuya were far worse than he lied about.
Hell, Yuji's reaction is all he needs to know that things aren't going as smoothly as he thought they might.
It's all a lot of thought that he tries to dismiss as Yuji collapses against his chest, sobbing. His hand comes up and curls against the back of his neck, fingers sliding into the hair at his nape as he cradles Yuji's head to his chest. His other arm goes around his shoulder and holds him carefully, broad palm sliding up and down over Yuji's back as he tries to soothe him. He's not the most caretaking individual, in his opinion, but he's not going to leave Yuji out to dry. ]
Don't speak. Just let it out. We can talk after.
[ It's been a few weeks since he arrived at the hotel and he has to admit, he was lulled into a false sense of security. Life as a sorcerer was over, life as Nanami Kento was over. He didn't need to worry about what was going on back home. Now, with Yuji in his arms, hearing him sob his heart out, Nanami knows he was being foolish. Immature. Irresponsible. He should have known better. ]