No, that's not it. No one should have to ... have this kind of feeling in their head.

[It's not pity. There's none of that in his head. Some kind of cold applied to this sort of raw, covered wound Bakugo is holding. Something to apply to it. he reservation in place of the harsh unrest.]

[He shakes his head, pushing a hand through his hair.]

You don't have to. I don't think it's anything anyone can fix. Not me, either.

[When he looks back up, there's the sympathy. Smoothed over like you would a crack.] But you want to, is that it?

[Because of his situation with his own brood?]