you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Well, I had assumed you would just be strolling along some boulevard or sitting in a restaurant, oblivious as you like," Danta admits. And more fool him about it, honestly, because he knows Flora, and her interest in the butcher had been fairly blatant (even if Asta is dumb as a rock and hadn't realised it). Still, he's in fairly high spirits if not for all the wrong reasons after the other man's admission, even if he does wince apologetically to see the thorough gnashing he'd given his arm as a lava wyrm.
"I will make it up to you," he promises, reaching out to stroke long fingers against the soon to be garish bruises on his bicep, before Asta is sitting up enough out of his arms for the Maverick to look him properly in the eyes. "And you would have felt right if you'd made yourself continue?" he asks gently, raising his eyebrows. "Sometimes there's not going to be an answer that makes everyone happy," he admits with a soft shrug. "I think you did the right thing for yourself, for what it's worth. And Flora has written to you, so she clearly doesn't hate you for your decision."
"I will make it up to you," he promises, reaching out to stroke long fingers against the soon to be garish bruises on his bicep, before Asta is sitting up enough out of his arms for the Maverick to look him properly in the eyes. "And you would have felt right if you'd made yourself continue?" he asks gently, raising his eyebrows. "Sometimes there's not going to be an answer that makes everyone happy," he admits with a soft shrug. "I think you did the right thing for yourself, for what it's worth. And Flora has written to you, so she clearly doesn't hate you for your decision."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
