[His heart being exposed isn't a fearful prospect for Andersen. It's what he's done his entire life, for with each story he wrote and word he spits, he tears out a piece of himself to be consumed. If anything, he has difficulties setting boundaries between his own well-being and his readers.

But Dantes - he's the opposite. Which is why he may feel a brief hum of concern from Andersen's end, a broadcast message of, we should figure it out for his sake, at least, none of which Andersen voices. Instead, he settles for folding his arms across his chest.]

... Avengers are supposed to be fueled by a constant fire of hate. I don't sense that from you. [...] Not yet, in any case.