[All he can do is nod, taking a moment and forcing himself to breathe in and out in a shuddering gasp. He wasn't expecting this, he wasn't expecting her to come over and greet him like this, and it feels overwhelmingly like something he should recognize that's yet entirely unfamiliar. The last time somebody held him like this...
Fuck. Dante doesn't fight it as his eyes start to burn. He'd never admit it aloud, but it feels like a touch he'd been missing for nearly his entire life, a touch he can't even remember because it's been so long. His body shakes, little trembles that sometimes strengthen enough to wrack his entire frame, but finally after a couple minutes, he'll shake his head and draw back a bit. There are no tears, not really, but they were close enough that he still wipes beneath one eye as casually as possible. Definitely not tearing up, not him. He would never.]
...sorry. I didn't mean to... unload on you like that.
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Fuck. Dante doesn't fight it as his eyes start to burn. He'd never admit it aloud, but it feels like a touch he'd been missing for nearly his entire life, a touch he can't even remember because it's been so long. His body shakes, little trembles that sometimes strengthen enough to wrack his entire frame, but finally after a couple minutes, he'll shake his head and draw back a bit. There are no tears, not really, but they were close enough that he still wipes beneath one eye as casually as possible. Definitely not tearing up, not him. He would never.]
...sorry. I didn't mean to... unload on you like that.