(he can just listen for a while. he never needed the hands for her to show sincerity, genuine feelings when he can see it in every expression, touch it in every word. that's how dazai's always been. he can't fully comprehend it, it's a little too much for him.

and he squeezes her hand, as a way to reground her to the matter.)

Ah, I suppose it's a curse. Small, redheaded people not letting me just die!

(a joke, to lighten the mood.)

Ah, I did my job, didn't I? Please, just don't go too crazy, ok?