bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

Having expected his hand to be swatted away rather than the other man to finish his shot and sulk off, Danta is left at the barstool feeling inexplicably (not, he's an idiot and that's the explanation) as though he's done something wrong. "Hey," he says belatedly, slipping out of his seat and - give it a sec, the shots were strong - following after Asta in what he's reasonably certain is a straight line.

"Hey, what's your problem?" Good one, Danta, that'll fix it. Attempting to hurry forward to beat Asta to the door to his rooms, if he's successful the taller Ancient won't find him barring the way, exactly, but he's definitely lurking in a way that suggests it.

Dantalion