[ there's a small lapse in time as he tries to figure what to say, whether he should say anything at all. maybe he should just let it lie, the way dabi wanted in their own world. not to interfere, not to pry. but they're not in their own world now, haven't been for about half a year, and things are different—the rules, the impossibilities, what they can and can't do. even so, it's not without significant doubt, significant awareness that he might just get shot down when he edges closer to that line in the sand. ]
will you tell me what you're thinking or what you want
even here you're my ally so I'll back you, you know whatever you wanna do
no subject
will you tell me what you're thinking
or what you want
even here you're my ally so I'll back you, you know
whatever you wanna do