[ Dabi's heart lurches. He knows what Shigaraki was about to say. It's what he's been trying to work around in his head as well. So when he cuts himself off and doesn't say it, Dabi understands. He's been sitting here hugging Shigaraki while thinking those very same works, unable to voice them.
He shifts a little, moving his chest just slightly away from Shigaraki's back, but leaves his chin still resting against it. It feels less overwhelming this way, and he nods. ]
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He shifts a little, moving his chest just slightly away from Shigaraki's back, but leaves his chin still resting against it. It feels less overwhelming this way, and he nods. ]
Yeah.