Very aggressive, destructive. Don't stop touching me--

[Scott pauses there, an embarrassed noise centering from his chest and leaving him, knowing how that sounded. Look, it's the truth, Dazai shouldn't stop holding his hand and stuff, or else his optic blasts will just fire out and cause a few seconds of damage before he gets the chance to close them. At least it's clear that he probably doesn't have to worry about that, with the way the other man comes closer, their knees touching; Scott's unable to stop the slight shiver from having him near.

Despite those lingering guilty feelings, it really is nice to be close with another. It helps that Dazai is taking his powers seriously as well, a feeling of gratitude coming up when his shades are returned to him. Scott doesn't put them back on, but it's nice to have them close by.

Although, suddenly, Dazai is really close to him, throat visibly swallowing as he keeps his eyes focused on his. Why does it feel like he's getting sucked into... whatever this is? It's probably dangerous that he already feels safe around him, when he shouldn't have those feelings at all. He's someone that can stop his powers with one touch; he should be feeling the opposite.

But he's one of the only people he knows of in this world, at least so far, that's even remotely like him. Shouldn't they trust each other?]

Years, probably? Not without having a power surpressing collar around my neck anyway. [Clearly not something he enjoyed either.]