Blacktail Deer Plateau hear the sound of the mightiest of guns

Poor Dante, he doesn't have to do anything and difficult situations find him. <3

Whatever the situation was, Mordecai could only draw conclusions from what Dante offered him. His inclination to pry was absent and avoided purely out of respect. But whatever it involved, whoever it involved, one of the parties was male. It shortened the list significant, but Mordecai found he made no move to mentally sort the possibilities. There was little doubt in his mind that the conversation Dante would have would be difficult, yet part of him thought that was simply life. Sometimes conversations too difficult turns, and sometimes, they ended poorly.

His gaze wandered from his greyscale leader, focusing on the timberline through the haze where it broke for a slope. "A good friend will appreciate the honesty, or so I'd like to believe. If nothing else, a good friend would respect the decision all the same," he offered, thinking absently on the decisions that had brought him there and beyond through time. "And sometimes, you just have to do what you have to do," he said as his gaze returned curiously to Dante. It did not linger there long out of respect, but he meant it to be reassuring in any case.