"But I left you. I stayed behind in that house..."

There's an intentional miserable opening for Midoriya to call him out, like he deserves. He feels guilt for things he shouldn't and not for things he should. It's so hard to understand all these emotions swirling inside. He lets himself be held all the same, trying not to think about if he never got to feel this again. A scarred thumb rubbing a gentle stroking a soothing sensation at the base of his neck.

"But if it's not about worth then... why would you stay? What do I have to offer? I failed keep up with you like I said I could."