[It isn't luxurious sitting, but Daan is making sure that Vergilius follows anyway. But it doesn't stop there: Daan is also gently tugging him down so that he can guide the Fixer to put his head onto Daan's lap.

Carefully, he brushes those long bangs from Vergilius' face.]

I can't promise you anything. That I will be safe, that everything will be okay, that... our paths are clear, and we'll succeed at what we want. That's impossible to do. Who knows what this place is gonna hurl at us next? Or what we'll have to answer for...

["Nothing will undo the bloody paths we've taken."]

No more than your heart can stop beating, Vergilius. And it is a heart you may hate, but it's still one that I cherish through all of our sins.