[ There's a gentle sort of guilt that tugs at him from the inside when he catches Kyrie's reaction to his own and he looks down to his burger as blue fingers gently scrape against the wrapper. That's just like Kyrie... to want him to be happy and simply not caring for the so-called consequences that might come from it... isn't that what she's already doing with being with him? A demon? She could deserve better here, couldn't she? Not have to risk being around someone- something like him and yet... he needs her so much. ]

I know. But here... this isn't like Fortuna. We don't have to be around that sort of stuff... you don't have to be.

[ He looks over to Kyrie then, coming to move closer to her and, with a hand gently lifting to cradle the side of her face, he presses his forehead against hers. ]

If anything happened to you...

[ He can still remember the pain he felt when he reached for her could barely touch her, the ache that tore through him and leveled the ground around him in his anger. ]