[Dabi's hand is hot to touch but he doesn't pull away. He tightly grips the other's hand, pinky still out, and pulls him closer. There's a small pang of guilt in the back of his mind over this. But now's not the time.]
Come here. [And then gently;] What do you need?
[Because he's unsure if closeness is going to set the other off again. Unsure of how to help Dabi more because Shigaraki Tomura has never once helped someone in his life. He's only ever been helped. ]
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Come here. [And then gently;] What do you need?
[Because he's unsure if closeness is going to set the other off again. Unsure of how to help Dabi more because Shigaraki Tomura has never once helped someone in his life. He's only ever been helped. ]