[ he's tired and sore down to his bones, a whole bunch of nightmares sitting low in his gut and waiting for him to be alone with nothing better to do than to think
and it melts away, just a little bit, when Dante laughs so hard he wells up, leaning into the hands on his face, into the kiss that tastes like blood and gunpowder and other unsavory things, and it's okay because Dante's smiling and they're all worn down but alive, and for once, maybe the eternal battle between the different shades of gray masquerading as good and evil were clear enough that being on the winning side feels good. ]
Somethin' like that. [ he looks terribly pleased with himself. ] But you gotta take care of the people you love, right?
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and it melts away, just a little bit, when Dante laughs so hard he wells up, leaning into the hands on his face, into the kiss that tastes like blood and gunpowder and other unsavory things, and it's okay because Dante's smiling and they're all worn down but alive, and for once, maybe the eternal battle between the different shades of gray masquerading as good and evil were clear enough that being on the winning side feels good. ]
Somethin' like that. [ he looks terribly pleased with himself. ] But you gotta take care of the people you love, right?