❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜ ( Dante from jiah
Holding back a sigh that drops in his chest Dante’s finds himself coming to a pause, her words hitting just a bit harder than he wanted them to. Licking his lips to break from his contemplation the bartender continues to clean his bloodied knuckles. Keeping his eyes trained on the slowly reddening white cloth Dante doesn’t offer an reply for the next minute or two. He hadn’t seen himself like that in a while either, but it used to be more often than he’d like to admit. Turning around to face the woman sitting across him on their staff room couch he finally looks up with an apologetic look struck across his face. “I’m sorry you did.” But she did see it, and the guy who tried to – rather forcefully – push Jiah into going home with them but instead got his fist in their face. But he really was sorry, not sorry for punching that asshole, but that Jiah had to see it. Him being so… angry.