[Dante doesn't say anything in response to Vera telling him off, smirk crossing his face. Does she really mind? Considering she's snuggling right up against him, he doesn't think so.
She really is tiny. Dante knows he's tall, and it's not like he's some sort of shrimp without any muscle, but he's also not barrel-chested like some of the guys he knows (lookin' @ u, terra). And yet Vera feels small and almost delicate in his arms, as though he might break her if he pushes too far.]
Is that a bad thing?
[He brings up his free leg to rest his foot on the couch, leaning his knee in against her hip. It's not a big change, but it's one more point of contact, one more attempt to make sure that she feels protected from the world outside and all the bad that's happened today.]
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She really is tiny. Dante knows he's tall, and it's not like he's some sort of shrimp without any muscle, but he's also not barrel-chested like some of the guys he knows (lookin' @ u, terra). And yet Vera feels small and almost delicate in his arms, as though he might break her if he pushes too far.]
Is that a bad thing?
[He brings up his free leg to rest his foot on the couch, leaning his knee in against her hip. It's not a big change, but it's one more point of contact, one more attempt to make sure that she feels protected from the world outside and all the bad that's happened today.]