[Dante is nothing short of baffled at first when Yuri pushes away from him, his expression a sharp contrast to the lowered eyes and almost coy looks from before. Has he done something wrong? He'd thought that Yuri had wanted this; he'd certainly been responding eagerly enough...

But then Yuri speaks, and the shock is enough to send his thoughts careening in the other direction, because what the hell did he just do well he had only responded to the signals Yuri was sending him, how's a guy supposed to respond to such blatant flirtation as that why the hell is Yuri walking off with his scotch?

It's that last thought that finally spurs him into action, grabbing Brob by the arm and chasing after Yuri, vaulting over the chair himself. He doesn't call out to Yuri (there's not a doubt in his mind that Yuri would sprint away if he did), but luckily for him the other boy hasn't gone too far yet.]

Hey Yuri, hold on a moment.

[Dante doesn't reach out to touch Yuri, not after all of... that. Just what the hell had that even been? And more importantly, why had it seemed so right at the time?

He shakes his head, pushing away the thoughts and running a hand through his hair. This is awkward.]

Sorry. About all that. I don't know what happened.

Does it help if I swear I'm not harboring some secret hatecrush on you or something?

[The corner of his lip twists; ugh. That's something he wanted to think about right now...]

I'm willing to forget this ever happened if you are.