I dunno... feels like you can tolerate a whole lot more shit from me than most people.
[His tone is teasing, but his smile is tilted a little closer to relief when his father hassles him over what wasn't exactly an apology... a boundary check, maybe. Nero's not under any impression that Vergil is capable of being FORCED to do anything he doesn't want to. But neither does he want to force Vergil to have to bring it up between them. As anxious as he is about pissing off his dad, he's certain Vergil is similarly if not even more anxious about shoving Nero away somehow.
Once again, he gives the expected amount of wiggly protest to being held still, though only enough to give him plausible deniability if he's accused of actually enjoying it. The hair thing settles him down again. He can admit he's fond of how this has become a normal point of contact between them. Like feral cat father, like feral cat son.
Nero grins when he's compared to his mother. It's nice to have those little details to fill out his mental picture of her. It's not quite enough to distract him entirely from that falter, and he wonders briefly if something's wrong. But Vergil moves on quickly enough that he decides not to pick at it or dwell on it.]
Are you kidding? I'd like to see anybody fucking try to chill me out. [He bumps Vergil's knee lightly with a fist.] I'm a goddamn supernova.
[He glances over with another, wickeder flavor of grin.]
Good. Cuz if you said no, I would have just found some other way to spring it on you.
no subject
[His tone is teasing, but his smile is tilted a little closer to relief when his father hassles him over what wasn't exactly an apology... a boundary check, maybe. Nero's not under any impression that Vergil is capable of being FORCED to do anything he doesn't want to. But neither does he want to force Vergil to have to bring it up between them. As anxious as he is about pissing off his dad, he's certain Vergil is similarly if not even more anxious about shoving Nero away somehow.
Once again, he gives the expected amount of wiggly protest to being held still, though only enough to give him plausible deniability if he's accused of actually enjoying it. The hair thing settles him down again. He can admit he's fond of how this has become a normal point of contact between them. Like feral cat father, like feral cat son.
Nero grins when he's compared to his mother. It's nice to have those little details to fill out his mental picture of her. It's not quite enough to distract him entirely from that falter, and he wonders briefly if something's wrong. But Vergil moves on quickly enough that he decides not to pick at it or dwell on it.]
Are you kidding? I'd like to see anybody fucking try to chill me out. [He bumps Vergil's knee lightly with a fist.] I'm a goddamn supernova.
[He glances over with another, wickeder flavor of grin.]
Good. Cuz if you said no, I would have just found some other way to spring it on you.