[ It isn't the first time he's thought Gojou childish and he knows it won't be the last. However, it is the first time that his immaturity isn't rooted in levity, teasing and boundlessly frivolous, at least insofar as Nanami has been privy to. Even that pout, which might have otherwise grated (and probably been exaggerated), looks different in this context.

The difference keeps Nanami tempered and holds a sigh in his chest, even before Gojou speaks loneliness.

Again he looks at him, the moment long and quiet. The comparison and contrast continues: at almost any other time, when that pout would be ridiculously jutted instead of slight and sad, Nanami would have followed his reluctant part in their rapport, retorting that he couldn't really be lonely once he was asleep. Chafing against the ropes Gojou would be trying to catch him in, loneliness an excuse to bother him.

Instead, he lifts and sips from his own glass, sets it back down. ]

Then, what do you want?