[There's despondency in every line of her body, but especially in the way she seats herself. She's regressing back to the behavior that's been trained into her, back into how she'd act if she were at a stranger's place, or if he were the sort of rich kid that was going to use her feelings against her. Dante watches her for just a moment, a small frown on his face, and then he's headed into the kitchen to rustle around for a couple minutes.
He comes back with two glasses, each holding a giant chunk of ice and a not-insignificant pour of bourbon. (Yeah, technically bourbon's supposed to be drank neat, but Vera's not exactly a seasoned drinker yet, so...) Holding one out in offering, he drops to the couch beside her.]
Here. It'll help.
[Look nobody ever said he handles his emotions well.]
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He comes back with two glasses, each holding a giant chunk of ice and a not-insignificant pour of bourbon. (Yeah, technically bourbon's supposed to be drank neat, but Vera's not exactly a seasoned drinker yet, so...) Holding one out in offering, he drops to the couch beside her.]
Here. It'll help.
[Look nobody ever said he handles his emotions well.]