[He realizes that after Bkaugou snaps at him, and...god. God, this sucks.
He levels Bakugou with a glare that is none too kind, but he doesn't try to argue with him. He just takes a breath, steels himself, and quickly reaches into his pocket to grab his hand out like he's trying to catch a fish. His fist closes around the palm and he shudders inwardly at how cold it is, but he pulls it out anyway and just. Tries not to think about what it is. Pretend it's not real.
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He levels Bakugou with a glare that is none too kind, but he doesn't try to argue with him. He just takes a breath, steels himself, and quickly reaches into his pocket to grab his hand out like he's trying to catch a fish. His fist closes around the palm and he shudders inwardly at how cold it is, but he pulls it out anyway and just. Tries not to think about what it is. Pretend it's not real.
It's not.]
Give me your arm.