[The eye roll wouldn't bother Dante even if it was sincere. He takes comfort in physical contact, something Vera's probably picked up on as they've gotten closer, and there's something incredibly nice about knowing exactly where their relationship stands. There's no hidden meanings as his thumb brushes her shoulder idly, no need to consider that she might get the wrong idea. It's an easy, comfortable friendship where the both of them can be themselves.

But that comfort and ease doesn't stop him from wishing he didn't have to admit it:] I don't know. I wish I could say there was.

The other you, did she ever out-pace the things that threatened the people there?