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[heiroglyphs]

VERA WEISZ

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[heiroglyphs]

It's a little concerning how much you want to drink this.

[She takes the bottle from her bag and offers it back to him.]

But fine, one sip, then no more until Pen's party. Okay? You're done drinking alone.

[darkinferno]

Can you really blame me?

[You're an angel, Vera. An angel with mango-flavored vodka. Dante takes the bottle back from her, uncapping it and taking a long drink. After a moment more he recaps the bottle, offering it back to her. Look, no tricks, he's accepting her terms!]

I don't know about that last part, but yeah. No more until the party.

[heiroglyphs]

I really can't, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you get yourself sick.

[She puts the bottle back into her purse, then places a hand on his leg.]

You can stay with me, if you want.

[darkinferno]

I'm not gonna get myself sick. I know what my limits are.

[But it sure doesn't mean he's making good choices. Dante knows that, just as much as he knows Vera's just looking out for him here. He looks at her when she touches his leg... and nods.]

Thanks. I'd... like that.

[He doesn't want to be alone.]

[heiroglyphs]

Come on, Dante, when have you ever been held back by your limits?

[She gives him a playful smile, hugging his arm and resting her head on his shoulder.]

Let me shoulder some of your burden, okay?

[darkinferno]

[That, at least, draws a weak smile from him.]

This isn't a limit I'm gonna push. Spending the next day and a half sick as a dog doesn't sound too great for me.

[He drops his head to rest on top of hers, letting his eyes slip closed and resting a hand on her arm.]

Yeah. Thank you, Vera. I mean it.

[heiroglyphs]

Don't thank me.

[She can't help but feel her own eyes closing.]

You've been there for me more than anyone else in my entire life. The least I can do is return the favor every once in a while.

[darkinferno]

[There's a quiet huff of breath, a voiceless wry chuckle.]

That still doesn't mean you had to.

[It isn't that he's been burned before, but... he still wouldn't have expected it. People don't do this sort of thing for him--not until now, at least. It's still something he's trying to get used to.]

I'm glad we're both still here.

[heiroglyphs]

You and me both.

[She gives his arm a gentle squeeze. It's okay Dante, she's really here, and she's not going anywhere. Not if she has anything to say about it.]

I'd be pretty mad at you if you ran off on me.