Slowly, Hawks can feel himself start to relax. While everyone else here is always so harsh and violent, Dabi feels different already. And there's no tingle in his wings that tells him something is wrong. And that smile Dabi returns? It helps a lot.

"Yeah, they're pretty fluffy!" He agrees. His gaze is drawn to Dabi's face and then the hand as he reaches to touch his wings. Dabi isn't the first person to touch them, but the way he does is... different. It feels nice. Like Dabi enjoys them instead of wants to study them. Those small touches make him shiver, happy and content under the attention, and he smiles wider. "I'm glad you like them!"

Slowly, his wing folds back into place, and he readjusts the blanket over them. He's quiet for a moment before he says, quietly, "we can be friends, right?" That's how this works, right? He's never done it before.