[ It might have been easier if Gojou had said something stupid like that. Instead, he speaks plain of the one thing Nanami could not, and would never even attempt to, turn his back on. When he sighs again, he expels the whole of his resistance, giving up his hope of spending only a short, cursory time here before retreating at the first opportunity.

He tucks his sunglasses into the pocket of his jacket, which he then moves to shrug out of. It wasn't as cold as it usually was at this time of year, but he'd definitely needed a jacket, which became excessive once indoors.

It probably isn't the best idea to drink away one's sorrow, particularly for a lightweight like Gojou. But, he isn't one to judge or interfere unless that or another's welfare was endangered, and further, it isn't as though each time he drinks heavily, it never has anything to do with his own memories. ]

Then, let's drink. What do you have?