[what she does is not come in all the way, looking at him and how he doesn't look at her. Dante's an utter mess, and she wouldn't expect him to be otherwise, not after what he was confessing. so instead of coming in and trying to make herself comfortable, she steps forward and pulls him into a hug, not tight enough to hurt, but most certainly secure.
she'd care, she thinks. she'd care enough to make her heart break. she cares enough that it hurts now, and Dante she thinks is too hard on himself. whatever he's heard - because all of this doesn't come from the void whole cloth - it doesn't matter. he's here, and it wouldn't be better. no one should have died, have felt that pain. that they did, they couldn't help. all they can do is figure out how to reshape themselves around it. and if Dante needs something to hold onto - physically, emotionally, she doesn't mind being there.]
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she'd care, she thinks. she'd care enough to make her heart break. she cares enough that it hurts now, and Dante she thinks is too hard on himself. whatever he's heard - because all of this doesn't come from the void whole cloth - it doesn't matter. he's here, and it wouldn't be better. no one should have died, have felt that pain. that they did, they couldn't help. all they can do is figure out how to reshape themselves around it. and if Dante needs something to hold onto - physically, emotionally, she doesn't mind being there.]