Vanitas doesn't give up the space, not just yet. There's vehemence in Masaomi's voice, despite how tightly wound he is. The bubble of darkness in him simmers just under the surface; he's barely restraining himself from action. The tension is physical between them, it could probably be cut with a knife; but Vanitas won't do anything but coax.

"You think everyone that dies comes here? This place would be much fuller." His eyes go heavy, and he cants his head so his voice is near the other boy's ear again, near enough his breath stirs his blond hair. "Sometimes there are worse things than death."

He knows, from experience. Living can be the worst pain imaginable.