Dante lounges in his chair, feet kicked up, chewing absentmindedly on a slice of pizza. “Damn. People suck sometimes, huh?” You sigh. “Yeah.” He glances at you, brows furrowing. “You okay?” You hesitate. “I will be.” Dante exhales, setting the pizza down. “Listen, babe.” He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. “You gave ‘em somethin’ real, right?” You nod. He smirks. “Then their loss. Not yours.” You huff a laugh. “Doesn’t feel that way.” Dante tilts his head, grinning. “Then I guess I’ll just have to remind ya until it does.”