[Even though there's a deadly-ass stinger in that tail, Rosso finds the gesture comforting. Before he turns his attention back to his soup to quite literally guzzle the broth down like he's never eaten a day in his life, he pats it idly with his free hand.

...

Alright anyway chugging broth while he processes what was said.]

Tch. Yeah, 'cause there's no El here to blow up and cause a global apocalypse that makes my now-nonexistent half-demon blood drive me insane.

[Then, much softer, because he knows Adrian was just trying to help:] I know. You'd keep me from losing it again.

[...]

That, or you'll drive me so insane I won't be able to fucking leave 'cause I'll wanna kick your ass so bad.