Yes, I didn't know you before my Quirk was active.

[He's aware it's possible that Shigaraki can read his unease. They know each other so well. However, he doesn't believe it's anything that should affect Shigaraki. It's only...internal. It's for Shigaraki's own good if he controls it.

He remains still and calm as Shigaraki touches his face, allowing the exploration patiently as he listens to the description of himself. Oboro Shirakumo, they'd called him. Well, most villains have another name, don't they? There's no... harm in it—if he also has one.

It would be nice to be able to give in to certain emotional impulses. Although he doesn't offer a hug, his own expression grows much softer, his smile a little more definite.]

I'm glad you've had someone to assist you. What do you mean by "different"?

[He's not suspicious, only interested. He would be curious about whoever had been keeping Shigaraki company.]

I'm sorry you've found it tiring. You're not alone anymore.