DmC: Our Lives - Old Neighborhoods (o1)

Stella stuffed her hands in her hoodie pockets, glancing around the familiar streets and buildings. It had been months since she was last home. Most of her spare time now went to Vergil and his cause. Her brother had wanted to see her however and she honored family first.

"I wouldn't have taken you for one to come from a trashy town," Dante commented. He fell into step beside her though his stride was lazy.

"I told you. My brother runs with a rough crowd. Five star homes aren't exactly affordable for him."

Dante merely scoffed in answer. She couldn't tell if it was out of amusement and didn't question it. She was wary enough in this part of the city, run down as it was. Old cars parked at the side of the road and men hanging around, passing cigarettes and God only knew what else. Dante coming with her was a precaution to combat these people if someone made a move on her.

Even still, she was tense. Going to see her brother reminded her of her parents. Thoughts of the devastating car crash followed after. They weren't easy to shake when they started, especially in this old neighborhood.

Stella flinched as a hand grasped her shoulder. It was a brief thing, a pat following before Dante's voice rang out. "Put it out of your head."

While it wasn't as easy as he said, she smiled a little. He seemed to show he cared in some way, a little at a time. She appreciated it and him being here. It helped more so then he seemed to know.