As Astarion eased into his lap Dante cradled him for his own comfort and sense of security, the reason he suspected the other man made himself physically available. It was endearing, it was sweet, it was the kind of comfort Dante never sought out but at the same time he'd never had for himself in such a long time. He doesn't rebuff him or snap at him, Astarion seeing the rarest and most exposed parts of him were hardly his fault and there was nothing for it at this point.

Besides he couldn't find it in himself to object too loudly when his arms were filled with Astarion and the uplifting and comforting scent of lilac that always hung about him.

"Guess we're two peas in a pod then...giving comfort...and accepting comfort...it's hard," words are hard, appearing vulnerable is hard, and admitting it is hard, "...but you make it easy."

Easy because he's not trying to manufacture comfort, he's simply doing the best he can with the tools he's been given and not pretending to be an expert on it.

"Inside my head I know...getting it across to my heart...well it's a bit more stubborn," it was the best way Dante could explain it, even though he didn't mean his heart literally, but maybe his emotions against his reason. Reason telling him that not everything can be reined in and controlled no matter how he tried, while his feelings didn't care.