I'll try my best to temper my crushing disappointment. [Sarcasm, of course-- it's not like Dito cares what sort of vocalizations people let out in bed. As long as they weren't the ear-piercing shrieks his former mistress used to burst out with mid-coitus. But Dabi didn't seem like a shrieker. He didn't seem anything at all-- Dito still can't quite see the man in all this darkness, and he's starting to suspect it was entirely deliberate on Dabi's part.

He follows the taller man at a short distance, ducking his head to avoid the opening to the tunnel (which wasn't necessary-- short as he was he would've cleared the entrance standing on tiptoe).]

I dunno. Five months, maybe? Six? Time just kinda blurs together in this place after a while. How 'bout you?