𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Thank you, next

Dante asked me to see him at his office before going to sleep tonight. It's almost 9pm & I've done nothing, the entire time I've spent here. My training stopped so I had asked Dante about it & he told me it was getting too suspicious. So I dropped the idea but that meant I had nowhere to go and nothing to do.
I knocked at the door only slightly because I was curious about his office, the way it looks. How does he work? Does he wear his specs while speculating paper sheets? Does his forehead wrinkle in stress as he ponders over the business matters?
The same way when he's furious, his eyes turn into slits and the beholder of that sight should not take his calm literally, its not long because he damages everything that lays in his way if the scales of his temper tip even a little over the edge. Does he act moody like a pregnant woman when he whines over failed ideas?
I open the door with an audible creak deliberately, so as to not spook him, I doubt he'd be though.
Soft snores of annoyance even in slumber sound in the room & Dante's head is layer over the scattered papers. I near his desk and then stand right next to his figure so that I can admire him with the precision of a microscope as it zooms over tiniest creatures under its lense.
I smooth down his frown with the tip of my index finger then proceed to tap my fingers in a quiet rhythm over the desk.
An hour passes by without feeling another moment. "What are you doing here?", the rasp of his voice drenched with the remnants of deep slumber.
"Uh- you asked for me here?", I reminded him of earlier this morning.
"Oh yeah. Sorry. I need to show you something. Let me just take a moment to snap out of it. Yeah?"
"Sure. I'm right outside.", I told him before finding my way out to the entrance of the mansion. We have grasslands near this area. It's pleasant, I go out for a walk sometimes. A breath of fresh air and the smell of wet soil helps me think straight. There's something about the naked skin touching against grass. Even knowing I can walk with my crocs on.

A good minute passed by, Dante strode out of the room. No longer enslaved to sleepy eyes or the rasp to his voice. He gestured me to follow and I did. A thought crossed my mind which vanished just as the door to a specific room at the end of the corridor clicked open. What if he kills me? But he wouldn't need to be somewhere specific to do so would he.
You never know.

But oh dear good lord, when I saw my entire life in front of my eyes. Not tragically but in the literal sense of belongings neatly stacked across the room, from my childhood albums sitting atop the side table to the ridiculously awed clothes I've owned & worn in my teen days. Everything was there.
Without rethinking my decisions I ran towards Dante who leaned on the closed bedroom door. It might seem scandalous but he just wanted to minimise the risk of exposing our identities. I have no idea he managed all of this but I am thankful.

I jumped into his arms and he flinged me in a circle before stopping and standing dumb founded with me in his arms. "What happened?", he asked & I wondered if this could be any more clueless. "I thought you wanted me to get your old stuff here, why are you crying now?"
And at this moment I feel the need, every man should have half of a woman brain so when time comes they have the needed emotional strength, a strong conscious & a striving six sense.
"Thank you", I tell him.
Just another word for the hundredth time, the only one I can use to make things simpler perhaps for my sanity if not for his.
His expression betrayed no emotion & it occurred to me he might not be able to envision and feel the expression well.
The only light in his world extinguished in his early age, his mama. Maybe he needs to learn everything about the soft spaces within a human existence. Who am I kidding though?
It's a little too late for that.
I might not be able to bring back the pieces of him that broke, ashened and disappeared but I might be able to give him something by myself. I can't give him the love his parents never did, I can't try to change and I don't want to change him.
I'm sure trying to change does more damage if not equal to what has already happened.
Though everyone puts their portion of emotions and nurturing when they spend time with any person. Not specific to any romantic associates.
So what I can do, is to express myself at most & help him understand why I do what I do.
He might not understand everyone that way, but he doesn't need to.