[ he laughs. it isn't a pleasant sound. it's the first laugh he's had in what feels like ages, and it sounds less like he's forgotten how, and probably sounds more like he's never really learned the trick. for all that they both know right now, maybe gojo never had, because he's laughing at something that probably deserves more severity and really shouldn't earn it. a bad joke, a flaw in the system, an inevitability and the means to an end: adults going down for the younger generation; the strong looking out for the weak. all things that gojo once believed he didn't believe in, but he must, if he's still here. ]

You're alive here.

[ it almost sounds like it could be a question despite the lack of inflection, the way gojo's also leaned back in his chair with the legs tipping off the ground dangerously like he's remembered to be tired, too, nodding his head like he's answering it. ]

You're telling me you delivered that extensive report while you're completely off-the-clock? Sounds like work to me.

And if you're going over, I'm gonna try and figure out where the cursed energy's supposed to be.

[ or maybe something like... curse me at the end, at least -- not that he has any room to be thinking about that right now. he hasn't. he isn't going to start. but it must be the same kind of feeling, like he's been gutted and he wants to thank nanami for it.

but he straightens a little, shoulders squaring, as he pushes the tart in nanami's direction. ]

Let's talk promises later, yeah?

Divvy this up for me.