Dabi looks at the fabric but doesn't reach out to take it. He'd never seen her in anything other than the orange button up and white undershirt...clothes that he still felt didn't fit her. Not like the ones that César was describing. No one could say that Dabi couldn't be a jealous man, and he was feeling that even more strongly now. The people of this world had got to see her how she was meant to be seen, got to see her be herself in a world that accepted her, and they got to see it before he did.

"She's happy here?" There's a voice in the back of his mind that tells him to stop. To turn around and leave her alone. If she's happy...he shouldn't bring his shit into the mix. No matter how nice this place was, Dabi was messed up in ways not much could fix. If she was happy here what right did he have showing up on her doorstep? She didn't deserve having him around to dredge up the past.