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[failed_antichrist]

There were only three people Setsuna had felt regularly protected by before coming to Hell. Of course, none of them were there. As far as he was concerned, they had done their best. His parents, on the other hand, were a part of his life he tried not to waste much time dwelling on.

Forehead touching Steve's, Setsuna managed a little smile, even he looked down in the middle of their conversation.

"Don't do anything that feels wrong, to you," Setsuna wasted no time in suggesting, not wanting Steve doing anything that would devastate him. "I'm just saying, if it happens, you don't need to feel bad about it. I don't want you beating yourself up like last time."

He can't quite say much to hearing Steve's proud of him, so he just blushed and looked down again, instead.

sure!

[compelledtoprotect]

"I won't Setsuna. But I'll remember what you said. Sometimes I find it easier to communicate with a fist myself, but I know that's not the correct way normal people interact. Doesn't change the way I feel about it though." He stroked Setsuna's hair, "I really do get it kid. We'll figure out what works for both of us eventually, and in the mean time, we'll try not to hurt each other too much, hmm?"

Steve just hugged the kid again, glad they were both safe and unharmed for once.