[He never had anyone teach him to soothe. His mother didn't; everything he picked up was from Bruno, the low, neutral muttering that exudes calm. The part that's instinct is keeping Dio physically close, and that feels vital. He keeps his arm around Dio's shoulders even as he double-checks the locks on the door despite himself.]
[Then he reaches out and brushes the hair off Dio's forehead and pulls him over to the couch, tugging him down to sit close. Dio's pride be damned, they're going to cuddle now whether he likes it or not.]
Do you want to be somewhere not in this apartment? I'll find somewhere else for you. I'll burn this place to the ground for you if you want me to.
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[He never had anyone teach him to soothe. His mother didn't; everything he picked up was from Bruno, the low, neutral muttering that exudes calm. The part that's instinct is keeping Dio physically close, and that feels vital. He keeps his arm around Dio's shoulders even as he double-checks the locks on the door despite himself.]
[Then he reaches out and brushes the hair off Dio's forehead and pulls him over to the couch, tugging him down to sit close. Dio's pride be damned, they're going to cuddle now whether he likes it or not.]
Do you want to be somewhere not in this apartment? I'll find somewhere else for you. I'll burn this place to the ground for you if you want me to.