[He kicks his boots off so he can get more comfortable, cause it seems like maybe he can stick around for a bit. Maybe she'll call some pro-heroes to take him away, but despite everything, he can't imagine her doing that.

So he relaxes back against the couch, with Sushi jumping into his lap for more warmth... or maybe he just likes Dabi. He can't tell.

And then, because he really is so damn tired, he decides to be honest for once.]

Yeah. It is.

I wake up and I drug myself every morning just so I can get outta bed most days, and I wonder if it's even worth all this. What's the point, ya know? Sometimes I wake up and just leave, cause I don't wanna do any'a this shit at all.