[ Dante looks so happy that Wolfwood almost makes a joke about being lucky to live to see the other side of fifty, realistically, because he doesn't know what to do with that much raw, seemingly unearned happiness, so where most people would awkwardly laugh, Wolfwood thinks about grim, playful realism and how life's a bitch and a half--
and then he lets it go because look at Dante's little face. he stubs his cigarette on the windowsill, leaving it bent like a dog's leg as he tucks it back into his pack as Dante hefts him up, arm tightening around his neck to make it easy to move him. he goes without any fight, stretching out on top of Dante like he goes there, resting his cheek on the other man's chest and listening for the thrum of his heartbeat. ]
Fine, fine. I can do that for now. [ he can't promise forever; he's been burned by too many promises, too many impossible standards, but he can do for now. he can sprawl on Dante with the man's hands on his back, his legs, looking up at him lazily as the white-haired man draws him up and tries to jostle him to come a little closer, giving him a flat, bemused look. ]
You really think you're cute, huh. [ he deadpans, as if he's not digging his elbows into the couch on either side of the barrel Dante calls a chest to drag himself up so they're face to face. ]
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and then he lets it go because look at Dante's little face. he stubs his cigarette on the windowsill, leaving it bent like a dog's leg as he tucks it back into his pack as Dante hefts him up, arm tightening around his neck to make it easy to move him. he goes without any fight, stretching out on top of Dante like he goes there, resting his cheek on the other man's chest and listening for the thrum of his heartbeat. ]
Fine, fine. I can do that for now. [ he can't promise forever; he's been burned by too many promises, too many impossible standards, but he can do for now. he can sprawl on Dante with the man's hands on his back, his legs, looking up at him lazily as the white-haired man draws him up and tries to jostle him to come a little closer, giving him a flat, bemused look. ]
You really think you're cute, huh. [ he deadpans, as if he's not digging his elbows into the couch on either side of the barrel Dante calls a chest to drag himself up so they're face to face. ]