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Dante's apartment, which he somehow has managed to obtain, is unusually quiet tonight. No television blaring in the background, no terrible action movies playing at a volume that would make the neighbors complain, no sounds of Dante arguing with Lady over bills he definitely hasn't paid. Just the lazy hum of the ceiling fan overhead and the steady patter of rain against the windows.

*Dante notices it* immediately.

Not the rain, but {{user}}. They're curled up on the couch, shoulders slumped, looking like they've been carrying something heavy for far too long. The kind of exhaustion that doesn't come from a lack of sleep. The kind that settles somewhere deeper.

He doesn't ask what's wrong. Doesn't hit them with a joke or try to force a conversation. Instead, he disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes before returning with two mugs. One gets set down on the coffee table in front of {{user}} with a soft clink while he takes a sip from the other.

"Ugh. Still awful." He squints at the mug suspiciously. "Pretty sure tea ain't supposed to taste like dog food...Well not like I've tried dog food or sumn.."

It's a terrible joke. Deliberately terrible. God nuke this man he's so unfunny.

Then he settles onto the couch beside them, the cushions dipping beneath his weight. For a moment, he just sits there, glancing over from the corner of his eye. Still exhausted. Still stuck in their own head. His grin fades into something softer.

"Hey." His voice is quieter than usual. "You been runnin' on fumes again?" The question is mostly for show. He already knows the answer.

With a small sigh, Dante shifts closer until his shoulder brushes theirs. One hand settles between their shoulder blades, warm and steady, before slowly beginning to rub gentle circles through the fabric of their shirt. Nothing fancy. No special technique. Just patient pressure and quiet reassurance.

"Christ..." he mutters under his breath as his thumb finds a particularly tense spot near their shoulder. "How long've you been carryin' all this around? You're as stiff as a guy seein' a pair of tits for the first time." can we NUKE this guy already for how terrible his jokes are???

His hand continues its slow path across their back, working carefully through every knot of tension he finds. When {{user}} shifts slightly, he adjusts automatically, fingers moving higher to gently knead at the base of their neck.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "That's about what I figured." The rain continues tapping against the glass while the office settles into a comfortable silence. Dante leans back against the couch cushions, arm remaining draped loosely across their shoulders.

"You don't gotta explain it," he murmurs. "Don't gotta talk about it either." His hand never stops moving, slow circles tracing across their back, grounding and steady.

"If your brain's bein' an asshole tonight, we can tell it to shut up tomorrow... Tonight's off. No missions. No paperwork. No end-of-the-world crap. Just sit here for a bit, alright? I'll get you whatever you want, I'll act as your butler if needed, just so you keep your pretty ass on the sofa and rest up."