[ Dante is perfectly happy looking anywhere but at Geralt. It's not like the knows the other man that well, but there's a look of judgment that he doesn't want to face coming from anyone asking about how he handled...all of that. Because he knew it was shit. And he'd really rather not think about it.
(Because that's worked so well for him in the past.)
Dante purses his lips, considering the question despite himself. Just because he doesn't want to think about it doesn't mean he isn't.
Of course he didn't ask Nero. No one in their messed up family ever asks, because asking opens too many doors to answers you don't want to or aren't ready to hear. Most of the time Dante can take Nero's insults and accusations--valid though they are, sometimes just born years of anger--but at times when he knows the kid's well-being is at stake, it matters more. Like this.
He swallows and casts a quick glance towards Geralt before swinging his leg over the bike to dismount. ]
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(Because that's worked so well for him in the past.)
Dante purses his lips, considering the question despite himself. Just because he doesn't want to think about it doesn't mean he isn't.
Of course he didn't ask Nero. No one in their messed up family ever asks, because asking opens too many doors to answers you don't want to or aren't ready to hear. Most of the time Dante can take Nero's insults and accusations--valid though they are, sometimes just born years of anger--but at times when he knows the kid's well-being is at stake, it matters more. Like this.
He swallows and casts a quick glance towards Geralt before swinging his leg over the bike to dismount. ]
Sometimes you don't need to ask.
[ It's a shit answer for a shit situation. ]
Why, did you?