Gojo has one good eye left, and that's enough to see the Geto Suguru in front of him is carved out with muscle. He has a broader chest and shoulders, a tapered waist, but it's still slightly thicker than Gojo's own.

The question makes him laugh, and the laugh sounds exactly like the laugh Geto used to give when he wasn't burdened by the weight of a duty that watched people die. "I would put clothes on," he reassures.

He hand curls, beckoning Gojo into the water. He finds that, strangely, he can't resist even if his brain wants to do it. His body doesn't listen. It begins stepping down into the water.

"Why? I want to see you. I want to know what the great Gojo Satoru would trade."