I told you, you were brave

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

It certainly doesn't feel fine, the Maverick nibbling at the inside of his cheek and opening his mouth to speak again only for Asta to beat him to it, and of course Danta falls dutifully quiet to listen. "...Yeah," he mutters, brow furrowing instantly to be reminded of that night, and something in his gut turns to lead as he thinks about it. "I remember." He'd hated it for the most selfish reasons, and even knowing logically how things were, it hadn't stopped the way he'd felt.

"It doesn't seem all that unreasonable," he admits, rubbing at his forehead and reaching out to brush his fingers across the back of the butcher's hand. "What could you possibly be worried about, though? I don't... I mean, it's just sex. It always was, with anyone except you." And even then, that had taken a while to take root. "I don't feel anything for them."

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //