Person: @danteragnulf Location: le town house of little lighting notes: two days later As much as he'd wanted to after everything, he hadn't hung out with Dante all that much on account of he'd made a point to say he needed space for just a couple of days to just adjust. The reality of it was that he knew that he was avoiding an elephant in the room only he could see. Because he remembered everything up until he'd dragged himself back to Keket, remembered Dante dying in his arms. But mostly he remembered telling him that he loved him as he sat there losing his shit cradling his corpse. Something like that is a lot easier to say when the other person couldn't process it. There was no relief in telling the lycan, not when he'd gotten cut from the team, not when he couldn't look directly at Cloe, not when he knows loving someone means he's going to hurt them. And that was just the icing on the trauma cake. That doesn't mean he's not practically hauling Dante through the front door only to press him against the back of it. "This is going to feel counterproductive in like five minutes after I tell you what I need to tell you." It's muffled against the lycan's shoulder because as much as he wishes he was kissing him, he's instead just clinging to him and trying to breathe.