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Dante sighed as he turned his back on her just wanting to be left alone now, he was looking onto his life through new eyes, through eyes not fogged over by alchohol or cigarettes or substance abuse, through clear eyes that disaproved upon his choices. Hearing her soft voice he only felt her pitty him and that was enough to put his defences back up "Don't touch me" he snapped glaring over his shoulder at her. "....just... stop" he sighed running a loose hand through his hair sighing out another puff of smoke, he was loosing himself as the wave of emotions crashed down upon him due to the broken shields that kept everything pent up inside. Walking back into the kitchen he poured himself some more coffee before plopping down into a chair at the small kitchen table, resting his head n his hands and his elbow upon the table, ignoring the cut on his hand and the blood that was now trailing down his arm.

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Dante just needed to clear his mind, with his head in his hands and a cup of coffe he did so, trying to build up the walls that Eira had turned to rubble though it didn't work out as he planned. After about twenty minutes of being left to his thoughts he had finished off his coffee and stood, leaving the kitchen, he picked up the medical kit from infront of the couch and slapped a bandaid on his bleeding hand, pulled on the shirt he had previously thrown over the end out the couch before turning to leave, not caring what time it was, he needed some fresh air even if it was just a walk downstairs to get the morning paper though at this point in time he didn't know where he would end up.

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Dante frowned slightly hearing Eira's footsteps as she got ready to fallow him, with a sigh he left his apartment "I'm not going far" he said, he had never been a morning person and the gentle throbbing in his head was going to keep him in his room for a while but he needed something to distract his mind. He took the stairs down and just into the lobby ccringing slightl as the bright light streamed through the open lobby and struck his eyes. He walked just over to a small stack of newspappers and grabbed two. Taking those he ran loose hand through his hair igoring the odd gazes from his fellow bulding goers and turned back towards the staircase and back up to his apartment, making a stop along the way on the third floor, tossing the second news papper down infrotn of a door. It had become a daily ritual now, he didn;t even bother to think about it, he had seen the elderly woman who lived there just a few times and knew the trip just downstairs took alot out of her, even tough he had gone down the destructive path he still had a heart somewhere deep down. With the papper inront of the door he went back to his room.

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Dante was silent as he dropped the other paper down on the small coffee table infront of the couch before returning to the kitchen to get himself anothe cup of coffee before returning to the couch, mug in hand. He sat down silently taking a sip of coffe from his mug before glancing through the paper, it was hard to believe this was the same man who went out at night to bars with a fake ID and picked fights out of boredom. With a sigh he leaned back into the couch as he scanned through the paper looking for anything interesting though he looked up from the paper once to glance at Eira "Are you waiting for me to start praising the lord because ive been quote unquote saved?" he quedtioned, confused by her silence "You may have broken the walls but the habits will stay, the life i live is bearable" he said calmly as he turned his attention back to the paper

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Dante kept his attention on the paper chuckling slightly when she jumped though his smile disapeared when she spoke up "Oh yeah and what should i be thankful for?" he questioned thumbing through the paper before taking another sip from his coffee mug, tossing the cartoons her way. Pausing for a moment he pulled his phone from his pocket looking at the time before sighing slightly, he would have to get ready for work soon.

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Dante couldnt help but get slightly annoyed at that responce before he thumbed through the rest of the paper in silence and when he finished he stood, leaving the paper in a neat pile on the table. Grabbing his coffee mug he walked into the kitchen, took one last drink from it before setting the empty mug in the sink. Pausing for a moment he looked down at the mug, he had always drank coffee but he couldnt help but question himself since when did he drink it black? Shaking his head softly to clear his mind he walked past the couch and said "I've gotta get ready for work" that was a hint to stay out of his room and with that he closed the door to his room behind himself. Picking up the glass shard from last night he threw them away before making his way to the shower with a new pair of clothes in hand.

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Dante took a quick ten minute shower, just enough time to wash his hair, clean up and such though it seemed to be alot faster to him, he was a little too lost in his thoughts though to have a correct grasp on time. He walked out of his bathroom wearing a pair of black jeans with a towel draped over his shoulders to catch the runaway water that dripped from his wet hair. Shuffling through his closet he found his simple red button up shirt and tossed it onto his bed before leaving the room, needing to find his tie, he worked at a bar, a high end bar and dress code was enforced to a T tough he paused when he left his room seeing a sobbing Eira on the couch, he froze not quite shure what to do before he walked over to her, placing a calm hand on her hsoulder, trying not to surpise her.

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Dante sighed softly when Eira spoke up telling him he should get ready for work "And you should cry alone" he said with a sigh lightly patting her on the head "Who's keeping everything pent up now?" he questioned, hopping over the back of the couch so he was sitting next to her. He used to the towle around his shoulders to dry of his hair slightly as he spoke "There is a saying, those who cry alone are the ones who need something the most" he said calmly, shuffling through his mind to try and find the exact words but he couldnt and so he improvised a bit on his part though it was the jist of it. "I know fifty percent of those sayings are bull s**t and another fourty percent are ment for laughs... though i think that one falls in the ten percent golden catagory" he said, not really sure what he was doing anymore.