[In return, he just sounds tired. Again. As usual. Nothing new there. He'll take what he can get from Bakugo -- if only because he reminds him so strongly of someone else, at times. The anger, the impulsive tendency. He's grateful for the permission. For the acceptance.]
[Honestly, being able to help someone does a lot to put his brain on the mend.]
I've had worse.
[Deadpan and honest, as he steps into the room, perching on the edge of a seat beside Bakugo -- offering to take the salve or cream or whatever it is he's putting on the bruises.]
Trying to control it is something I've been working on since I found out I had it. It's better than it was... but. [A shrug.] How does your friend handle it?
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[In return, he just sounds tired. Again. As usual. Nothing new there. He'll take what he can get from Bakugo -- if only because he reminds him so strongly of someone else, at times. The anger, the impulsive tendency. He's grateful for the permission. For the acceptance.]
[Honestly, being able to help someone does a lot to put his brain on the mend.]
I've had worse.
[Deadpan and honest, as he steps into the room, perching on the edge of a seat beside Bakugo -- offering to take the salve or cream or whatever it is he's putting on the bruises.]
Trying to control it is something I've been working on since I found out I had it. It's better than it was... but. [A shrug.] How does your friend handle it?