[The hand in his hair catches Vergil off-guard and visibly so. The surprise in his expression borders on confusion, and he doesn't do anything immediately to protect his hair. If anything, the gentle swatting of Nero's hand out of his hair seems more like an absentminded afterthought than anything else when it does happen. It's not a bad thing, and Vergil doesn't take it as anything other than a bit of returned affection. It's just a bit...strange as most new things are. And coming from Nero, it's new. He usually goes for flopping bodily upon Vergil as he did a moment ago. Usually after working up a bit of nerve to do it, Vergil thinks. Nero leans a lot on him until then, and then he makes up his mind if he wants to lay on him or simply go for a hug.]

[Vergil smooths his hair back into place for all the good that it does when it will inevitably end up back in his eyes again come morning. Even now, a few rebellious loose strands fall out of place.]

No more bad dreams, [he echoes in agreement before there's light, repeated jabs to Nero's ribs.] Assuming you let me sleep at all tonight. This appears to be a recurring issue when I let you sleep in here.

[He uses the continued poking and prodding at Nero as a means of settling and laying back down himself without really having to completely move Nero off him entirely.]