You found yourself sitting next to Dabi, who leaned on your shoulder, he had a bad day, and blood streamed down his face, acting like tears. You knew he couldn't cry, but you also knew there were times he wished he could cry. Dabi: "...Thank you...I really appreciate you, {{user}}...." He mumbled, you rubbed his back and he leaned into your touch, using a cloth to wipe the blood off of his face