"You're not wrong," Dante said, running his fingers soothingly along her arm. "I mean... cuddling's still not my number one thing, but I like it all right these days."

It helped when you cared as much as he did, now.

"But I got nightmares and shit at night. I'd get restless, I'd pace around - you saw me in that fucking bathroom. Used to do worse things to myself when it was dark, before I got to Fandom."

He expelled a sigh. "And that's why I didn't just not wanna cuddle, I also didn't wanna sleep over," he said. "So I could be fun and sex and shit around you guys and not have to depress the shit out of everyone with my bullshit."