Yeah. Lucky. [Nero shakes out his hand, rubbing the grit of Dante's cheek off his knuckles. He barely felt it, and hardly feels it now.
And for what it's worth, maybe he has grown -- 'cause this might be the first time he doesn't want to start a scene. Something the werewolves makes it different, like. 'Cause they're not human either, they're not afraid to take it in. To stare them down.
Hey, who fuckin' knows. Maybe they can smell the sulfur in their veins like Geralt.
Nero shakes his head, scuffing his boot on the grass, but he follows. Even manages not to pull the hood of his coat up around his head. Definitely growth. Stopping fights before they really start. Maybe even thinking things through sometimes.
Still, he thinks he owes it more to Kyrie's head that haven't left their spot since she said them: You always know which path is right and which is wrong.
She'd probably agree dragging Dante's ass in front of a bunch of innocent werewolves was probably the wrong path.
When they stop, Nero's hands are shoved deep in his pockets. Since he's the one who brought it up in the first place, he waits for Dante to lay it out -- to bring up this thing between them that's like a knotted rope.
But he doesn't. The question he picks is an easy one, and though Nero's still tightly wound, he still looks Dante in the eye when he answers.] Months. Half a year. And from what a little birdie told me, you're about the same.
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And for what it's worth, maybe he has grown -- 'cause this might be the first time he doesn't want to start a scene. Something the werewolves makes it different, like. 'Cause they're not human either, they're not afraid to take it in. To stare them down.
Hey, who fuckin' knows. Maybe they can smell the sulfur in their veins like Geralt.
Nero shakes his head, scuffing his boot on the grass, but he follows. Even manages not to pull the hood of his coat up around his head. Definitely growth. Stopping fights before they really start. Maybe even thinking things through sometimes.
Still, he thinks he owes it more to Kyrie's head that haven't left their spot since she said them: You always know which path is right and which is wrong.
She'd probably agree dragging Dante's ass in front of a bunch of innocent werewolves was probably the wrong path.
When they stop, Nero's hands are shoved deep in his pockets. Since he's the one who brought it up in the first place, he waits for Dante to lay it out -- to bring up this thing between them that's like a knotted rope.
But he doesn't. The question he picks is an easy one, and though Nero's still tightly wound, he still looks Dante in the eye when he answers.] Months. Half a year. And from what a little birdie told me, you're about the same.