"A little," He concedes, but he's still not sure how much he would have liked that. And he definitely didn't want Xanxus to be at the forefront after and in the midst of all that.
He ignores Squalo's stupid revulsion of the word Love. The man can tell himself what he wants, but they've always talked the same thing.
The flinch, on the other hand, gives him pause. His brows furrow and his frown only deepens upon hearing that sad attempt at being his old self.
He reaches out and lays a hand on Squalo's shoulder.
"You deserve the best that you have to offer yourself. Whatever you can scrape from Hell ir otherwise," He says. He lets hand fall. "You'll always be my friend, Squalo. I'll always want good for you. Even our definitions can differ."
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He ignores Squalo's stupid revulsion of the word Love. The man can tell himself what he wants, but they've always talked the same thing.
The flinch, on the other hand, gives him pause. His brows furrow and his frown only deepens upon hearing that sad attempt at being his old self.
He reaches out and lays a hand on Squalo's shoulder.
"You deserve the best that you have to offer yourself. Whatever you can scrape from Hell ir otherwise," He says. He lets hand fall. "You'll always be my friend, Squalo. I'll always want good for you. Even our definitions can differ."