Excuse you. He's still a human and doesn't like to be surprised by a spindly bunch of gross legs so close to his damn head. It's human reaction. At least reaction for those who haven't been living around finger monsters for the past several days. Tomura's expression is just asking to get a scorch on the face, but he holds the urge back like normal and instead accepts the little gift. It'd be useful since, as Tomura notes, their omens are all pretty recognizable now.

Once again, a flicker of their strange camaraderie exhibits himself in the trade of gratitude and acceptance. Nothing else needs to be made of it. Heh, Dabi would've been pretty amused if Tomura had thought that command about his hair was for him. Yeah, no he's not planning on letting the other man climb onto his shoulder, thanks. Moving further into the building, Dabi takes himself on a semi-guided tour, looking at this and that to see what else Tomura's been calling "home" for now. At least as far as "home" goes for this temporary stopover.

"Ya gonna get a new place every time or rotate the same bunch?" He's already told Tomura he does the latter, having a few haunts for his personal crashing, though he's kept his mainstay a secret from basically everyone he knows. Always opting to meet people elsewhere instead of at "home" like some would request.