It sucks, but I'm fine with it. [ Part of him is, the other part despises the distance. ] I've always been better on my own.

[ Bakugo shifts himself closer, an act less to draw comfort from another's presence, and more because it's just... difficult for him to continue the conversation like this. The wind is shrill, the fire is loud. He's unwilling to swap to the link between them -- it's an act of weakness. Instead, he strains his decaying ears and hunches over, leaning close, posture more like a dismissive punk than a boy with a piss-poor auditory system. ]

-- it's like. There's this terrible thing you did, and you can't get over it no matter how you look at it. It's stupid, and it's holding you back, but any time you try to get your hands around it to do anything it just. Tries to suffocate you.

[ He's definitely not just talking about Shiro right now. ]

If I can't fix you, how'm I gonna fix me?