[ The thing is, Dino could still be attracted to Squalo. It wasn’t like he could turn that off completely. But he could go back to the way things were before he had to see him every single day instead of just when one needed the other for something.

And he could see how Squalo wouldn’t believe him after the way things had been here. He didn’t blame him for doubting. But he really was done chasing him. There was no point to it anyway. Never had been.

He could be supportive, though. That he could do.

Dino watched Squalo get up and retreat to the bedroom, then the bathroom. Good. It was a start.

Of course that meant he had dishes to do. All of which he did as carefully as possible; offering the new dog bits of scraps before he put the dishes away and straightened up the kitchen. It didn’t take long, though, since he had already done the bulk of it before.

Now, he was lounging on the couch with the hell pup on his chest, absently chatting away at him and giving him lots of pets to keep him calm. ]

He’ll be okay. Promise. But he will still yell at you. Constantly. I can also promise he will take good care of you, too, though. So don’t take it to heart.