Funny. Ezra hadn't seemed very touchy - or touchable, really - for a long time. So Dante's eyes darted towards that hand for a moment before he shrugged it off.

Metaphorically speaking. He had no inclination to move right now, or honestly, even discourage any of that. "Should've come here sooner," he said casually.

Dante should've. Or Ezra should've come back sooner. Whichever.