bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

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

Now, Danta doesn't quite agree with that, and perhaps he's already mentally figuring out which tailors he can approach that would know Astaroth's measurements, before things get markedly less amusing. Blinking softly into the dark, his grip loosens enough against the other man that he can shift and move if he likes, without Danta actually creating any real distance between them. "It wasn't your fault," he says, perhaps too quickly, and ends up smiling ruefully into the other man's dark locks.

"Stuff like this is easy. Sex is easy, flirting is easy. I've just never had..." Shaking his head, he tries again. "I've never trusted anyone enough with friendship, let alone anything more. So even small things seem like a lot." A night of tough admissions on both their parts, it seems.

Dantalion