[SE] love you 'til I rust

// you knew who I was //

"Mm, very much so," Danta decides idly as he surrenders the glass to Asta for him to take his dose of painkillers - promptly following it up with his own, though arguably the other man's bone deep bruises are likely to cause more of an issue than the lingering, bandaged wound on his neck. "You don't have the monopoly on it, after all. Though you are very skilled at jealousy."

Winking playfully and reaching out to very gently pinch at the butcher's cheek, Danta lets out a long, content sigh and hums his interest at coordinating their respective outfits to head down into the Dusklight. "What a shame you ruined that robe of mine. I'd have worn that if not." And nothing else, he doesn't bother to add.

Instead, after waiting a few minutes for the drugs to start working, Danta peels himself out of bed at last to go and rifle through his belongings for something to wear. "I vote for something comfortable today," he decides - particularly important for Asta's bruises, too. As such, he's already holding up a forest green sweater as if to ask if this would work.

For him, he means, despite the item clearly belonging to the butcher, but when has that ever stopped Danta?

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //