It's probably not the last time I'll dream about them. Even if I --
[Forget. Because he will, won't he? He doesn't remember his dreams when he wakes; it had seemed normal to drift into consciousness with nothing more remaining than vague tatters of emotion. He wonders if he's been here before in his sleep, building fairytale happily ever afters for himself.
The light through his office blinds seems to be fading, bit by bit, warm gold dying down to cool blue shadow.]
Even if I remember, it's not like I'd get this back. I'd just have to miss it more.
[Miss them more. The loss jolts through him again, sharp as broken glass left in a wound, and he tosses Bakugou a glance.]
Which doesn't mean I'm not going to have anything like it again, so get over yourself, okay, boss?
[He breathes through the ache of it, and his smile is better this time. He's lost the family he made, and there's no reaching back from one shore to the other to get back what he'd had. He can't even remember them in daylight.
That doesn't mean he can't ever make another.]
See what we're like after I've worked with you a few years. You probably still won't be old enough to drink then, though, so we'll have to keep the New Year's party child safe.
[If he can't cure Bakugou of his guilty slouch by pointing out that this isn't his fault, he's willing to cure the kid of it by pissing him off.
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[Forget. Because he will, won't he? He doesn't remember his dreams when he wakes; it had seemed normal to drift into consciousness with nothing more remaining than vague tatters of emotion. He wonders if he's been here before in his sleep, building fairytale happily ever afters for himself.
The light through his office blinds seems to be fading, bit by bit, warm gold dying down to cool blue shadow.]
Even if I remember, it's not like I'd get this back. I'd just have to miss it more.
[Miss them more. The loss jolts through him again, sharp as broken glass left in a wound, and he tosses Bakugou a glance.]
Which doesn't mean I'm not going to have anything like it again, so get over yourself, okay, boss?
[He breathes through the ache of it, and his smile is better this time. He's lost the family he made, and there's no reaching back from one shore to the other to get back what he'd had. He can't even remember them in daylight.
That doesn't mean he can't ever make another.]
See what we're like after I've worked with you a few years. You probably still won't be old enough to drink then, though, so we'll have to keep the New Year's party child safe.
[If he can't cure Bakugou of his guilty slouch by pointing out that this isn't his fault, he's willing to cure the kid of it by pissing him off.
Whatever works.]