[ the thing is, dabi doesn't exactly think keigo has shared all that much with him either. he has a name, but not much more than that. they've really only just started to learn a few things about each other that are more than just about being a hero or a villain.
dabi had only really just started to open up to the idea of maybe staying over at keigo's place overnight, too. they had really only started with so much.
when it comes to trust, they are skating on even thinner ice- but dabi was willing to listen before, and he wants to listen now. he only wishes he could remember what happened in between. maybe once he gets some sleep and heals a little.
but there are too many things to talk about and questions to answer now, so he's willing to try. it does make him nervous when keigo looks so worried about it, though.]
Last night...? Ya mean the parts I can't remember?
[that's troubling, because he can't even wrack his brain to try and figure out what he said, or what keigo is thinking. but then there it is, all out in the open. a name he hasn't heard for years. a name that makes him tense up hard, because this is not how this was supposed to go. what did he say last night that he can't remember?
It's the worst spot for him to be in. he already feels vulnerable, not being able to see or remember, and barely even stand. he can feel the pressure building up inside his chest, making his heart beat hard and fast, and again it feels like everything is slipping through his fingers.
he wants to lash out desperately, but he doesn't even have the energy for it. he can feel his heat moving through his body but it hurts and all he can do is glare at keigo, wrapping his arms around his middle.]
Wow, must've been some fuckin' conversation last night that I can't remember. Didja do somethin' to me? That's why I can't remember and now you're askin' me this shit?
[it's an odd and terrible thing, having keigo seemingly undo in an instant what he's been working towards all this time, without even really knowing it.
is that what he really believes? that keigo doesn't know anything more than this? that maybe he really did just figured it out?
he wants to get up and run, or even just get up and move away just to put some space between himself and all that he wasn't ready to reveal just yet. instead, he just lets his anger die down and drops his head in his hands, curling his fingers tight into his hair. ]
Yeah. I am. How'd ya figure it out?
[he lifts his head then to look at keigo- not that he can see him much anyways, but he wants to at least try and see if there's truth in his eyes.]
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dabi had only really just started to open up to the idea of maybe staying over at keigo's place overnight, too. they had really only started with so much.
when it comes to trust, they are skating on even thinner ice- but dabi was willing to listen before, and he wants to listen now. he only wishes he could remember what happened in between. maybe once he gets some sleep and heals a little.
but there are too many things to talk about and questions to answer now, so he's willing to try. it does make him nervous when keigo looks so worried about it, though.]
Last night...? Ya mean the parts I can't remember?
[that's troubling, because he can't even wrack his brain to try and figure out what he said, or what keigo is thinking. but then there it is, all out in the open. a name he hasn't heard for years. a name that makes him tense up hard, because this is not how this was supposed to go. what did he say last night that he can't remember?
It's the worst spot for him to be in. he already feels vulnerable, not being able to see or remember, and barely even stand. he can feel the pressure building up inside his chest, making his heart beat hard and fast, and again it feels like everything is slipping through his fingers.
he wants to lash out desperately, but he doesn't even have the energy for it. he can feel his heat moving through his body but it hurts and all he can do is glare at keigo, wrapping his arms around his middle.]
Wow, must've been some fuckin' conversation last night that I can't remember. Didja do somethin' to me? That's why I can't remember and now you're askin' me this shit?
[it's an odd and terrible thing, having keigo seemingly undo in an instant what he's been working towards all this time, without even really knowing it.
is that what he really believes? that keigo doesn't know anything more than this? that maybe he really did just figured it out?
he wants to get up and run, or even just get up and move away just to put some space between himself and all that he wasn't ready to reveal just yet. instead, he just lets his anger die down and drops his head in his hands, curling his fingers tight into his hair. ]
Yeah. I am. How'd ya figure it out?
[he lifts his head then to look at keigo- not that he can see him much anyways, but he wants to at least try and see if there's truth in his eyes.]