// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
The question is met with the beginning of a shrug, Astaroth’s eyes shutting as he tries to listen to Danta’s own heartbeat in the hopes it might calm his. Instead, he just hears the reverberations of the Maverick’s voice through his body alongside the audible hum. “I don’t know what would help.” He answers honestly – unfamiliar with any kind of drugs these days aside from cigarettes and alcohol – both of which utilized heavily back before he had taken his slumber in stone. He’d never partaken much from those endeavors, though a fan of the occasional cigar and pipe, alcohol had been his go to. Everything else was unbeknownst to him.
As such, he only starts to relax when Danta’s arms wind around his shoulders and he adjusts his head slightly to rest easier on the blonde’s shoulders, arms winding around him in turn to keep him close. “You don’t have to.” He offers quietly. After all, Danta had also had an exhausting day, and he doesn’t want to be more of a burden to prevent him from getting the sleep he needs to function even if Asta can’t fall back asleep.
As such, he only starts to relax when Danta’s arms wind around his shoulders and he adjusts his head slightly to rest easier on the blonde’s shoulders, arms winding around him in turn to keep him close. “You don’t have to.” He offers quietly. After all, Danta had also had an exhausting day, and he doesn’t want to be more of a burden to prevent him from getting the sleep he needs to function even if Asta can’t fall back asleep.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
