He didn’t say anything. Nero didn’t say anything. Goddamn it, the silence was suffocating. He knew he wasn’t wanted here which just made it twenty times worse. He couldn’t stand up to it. Not right now.
He set the plate down quietly. He had taken a few bites of…whatever it was. He wasn’t really paying attention, but it did leave a slightly pleasant aftertaste in his mouth.
"I’m sorry for…intruding. I’ll go now," he stated, still in that demure tone as he picked up his tattered shirt and jacket and pulled them on. He stood up, was still a little shaky, but he managed. "Thanks," he stated gruffly, his eyes didn’t meet Nero’s as he spoke.
Upon hearing Dante put the plate down, Nero lowered his own plate to rest it on his knee. He patiently watched the man get up, readying to go, but once Dante finished talking, the unamused expression turned into a deep, disapproving frown. “Sit down.” It was an order, not a request. “You are not going anywhere until you’ve healed more and had the rest you need. Understood?”