light the match to taste the heat

I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes

Still trying to glare at the back of the cart driver's head, teeth clenched as if he might clamber up there and take a bite out of him for his trouble, only Asta's hand against his own is enough to draw his attention back. "Mm? You... oh, thank fuck," he blurts, tail still lashing in irritation as he slouches back to sit with the other man. With brows furrowed and his hand still clasped in the butcher's, he huffs out an irritated sigh, though whether it's at Astaroth or just the situation in general is anyone's guess.

"You're such an idiot," he mutters without any venom in his voice, shifting to tug the other man against him and getting comfortable (as comfortable as he can) against the side of the rocking vehicle. "It's a fair while to Haulani, so you can sit here and think about how much of an idiot you are."

Dantalion