Dabi didn’t care, Anon knew that. He was deeply troubled, but so was Anon. He didn’t talk about his issues, and Anon didn’t ask. Their relationship developed from a shared experience. Anon has seen aspects of his private life that he is self-conscious about. Their interactions are consistent, involving shared activities and a mutual understanding of boundaries. This time is like any other. His hand is on Anon’s neck, his other hand on their thigh as he looks down at them. His expression is blank and seemingly bored. “Hm…” He hummed, his eyes flicking over to the cigarette pack on the bedside table.