[ dabi's been doing exactly that. drinking, doing drugs, fucking around with whoever could ruin him, just to get his mind away from everything that's been happening.
it's only worked in bits and pieces, temporarily. nothing could ever be like keigo again.
dabi knows that asking keigo if he's okay is a big question. it would be big for him too, especially in a place like this, or one back in reality. but keigo has a hard time answering, and he has a feeling his apology means more anyway. at least he hopes it does even in some small way. ]
I do, though.
[he says quietly as keigo comes to kneel before him. and oh, how he longs for keigo to reach out, but he's not even sure they're there yet, even with the small smile on keigo's face. it all seems so distant from anything they've ever done. He wishes they were free. They could have been.
he hesitates with the offered drink but he takes it, even if he doesn't drink from the bottle just yet. he just lets keigo talk, dolling out his own apologies and the sad stories that have gotten them here. he wants to just accept it for what it is. in the end none of it really matters anyway, he tells himself. deep down though, he knows it does otherwise he wouldn't have been so hurt by it all. everything with Keigo has always meant something more. ]
Keigo...
[ he used to be so angered by Keigo's tears. they were unfair, he thought. why should Keigo be crying over something he did? something he ruined? but there's so much more to it than that, and Dabi hates seeing those tears now.
they're both so sad and so broken, and none of that is fair either. Dabi is so tired of fighting and surviving off nothing when all he's wanted to do is curl up with Keigo again. he thought he'd never have that again, but suddenly it's here in front of him.
he sighs heavily, spreading his knees so he can reach out to the other man. he grabs his arms and tugs him between his legs, pulling him tight against his body so he can wrap his arms around him. ]
I want you to feel that warmth again. I want us to be free.
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it's only worked in bits and pieces, temporarily. nothing could ever be like keigo again.
dabi knows that asking keigo if he's okay is a big question. it would be big for him too, especially in a place like this, or one back in reality. but keigo has a hard time answering, and he has a feeling his apology means more anyway. at least he hopes it does even in some small way. ]
I do, though.
[he says quietly as keigo comes to kneel before him. and oh, how he longs for keigo to reach out, but he's not even sure they're there yet, even with the small smile on keigo's face. it all seems so distant from anything they've ever done. He wishes they were free. They could have been.
he hesitates with the offered drink but he takes it, even if he doesn't drink from the bottle just yet. he just lets keigo talk, dolling out his own apologies and the sad stories that have gotten them here. he wants to just accept it for what it is. in the end none of it really matters anyway, he tells himself. deep down though, he knows it does otherwise he wouldn't have been so hurt by it all. everything with Keigo has always meant something more. ]
Keigo...
[ he used to be so angered by Keigo's tears. they were unfair, he thought. why should Keigo be crying over something he did? something he ruined? but there's so much more to it than that, and Dabi hates seeing those tears now.
they're both so sad and so broken, and none of that is fair either. Dabi is so tired of fighting and surviving off nothing when all he's wanted to do is curl up with Keigo again. he thought he'd never have that again, but suddenly it's here in front of him.
he sighs heavily, spreading his knees so he can reach out to the other man. he grabs his arms and tugs him between his legs, pulling him tight against his body so he can wrap his arms around him. ]
I want you to feel that warmth again. I want us to be free.