[ Dabi would if he was there, but instead he's here. Did he make a mistake? Did he already fuck this up? He tries to keep the tension out of his voice, but he's on edge when Hawks tells him his feathers are coming off. ]

That's the start'a your molt, ain't it?

[ hawks sounds tired. tired and needy. dabi pushes himself out of bed, rolling up his blanket. ]

My voice? That's good. I'll keep talkin' to ya, then. Didja do what ya needed to do? Call your handlers and told 'em to stay away?