[Touch] Masquerade
Dante sat in consideration. Outside the cities raged and railed for justice and the destruction of the red menace. He felt her touch as she wrapped her arms around him and he wrapped a massive limb around her shoulders to comfort her. Taking a long drag from a cigarette and passing it to her. Running a hand over her back in a slow ponderous and comforting gesture.
"Do you think it will ever get better?" She asked. Squeezing him very lightly in a rare moment of honest and sincere worry.
"Always does." He replied honestly.
He tugged her closer gently. The night raged on unabated.
"Do you think it will ever get better?" She asked. Squeezing him very lightly in a rare moment of honest and sincere worry.
"Always does." He replied honestly.
He tugged her closer gently. The night raged on unabated.