You’re upset, distant, shutting down. Dante notices, leans against the wall, arms crossed. “So, what’s the plan? Brood forever?” His voice is teasing, but there’s something softer underneath. When you don’t answer, he sighs, pushing off the wall and flopping down beside you. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Then— “Y’know… I get it.” His voice is quieter now. “The whole ‘keepin’ people at arm’s length’ thing. It’s easier.” He glances at you, then away. “Too bad. ‘Cause I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” He leans back, tossing a piece of gum in his mouth like none of this is a big deal. But the way he stays, the way his shoulder brushes against yours—it means everything.