Ha ha ha... good luck, old man. I bet I taste like motor oil.
[The simple pleasures of annoying your dad. Nero doesn't think he'll ever get tired of savoring them.
He's about to get up and move to a more sensible position, maybe slide under the covers and settle in to actually fall asleep, but then Vergil says something he genuinely never expected to hear.
And like... look. He knows, on some level, that Vergil loves him. Parents are supposed to love their kids, and Vergil's gone above and beyond to prove that he wants to be the best father he's capable of being. He's said it, over and over again, how much Nero means to him and all the things he'd do to protect him. Even had trouble finding words to describe it. But if the idea of having a father who exists in his life is strange and new, the idea of hearing him say that he loves him is on a whole other level. Especially when that father is Vergil. Mr. Never Ever Vulnerable Under Pain of Death.
There's a moment where Nero just stares back at him with a disconcertingly blank, mystified look on his face. It might feel like an eternity, even though it's only a few seconds. It's the time it takes Nero to vividly recall what he almost said a little bit ago, to realize Vergil guessed it, to think he ought to just say it, to second-guess himself, and to repeat the process another six times before he finally gives any indication what he's thinking.
Yeah. Okay.]
Feels weird for us to even say it, huh? [From where they started to where they are now... that Nero can actually think it and mean it when he says] I love you too, Dad.
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[The simple pleasures of annoying your dad. Nero doesn't think he'll ever get tired of savoring them.
He's about to get up and move to a more sensible position, maybe slide under the covers and settle in to actually fall asleep, but then Vergil says something he genuinely never expected to hear.
And like... look. He knows, on some level, that Vergil loves him. Parents are supposed to love their kids, and Vergil's gone above and beyond to prove that he wants to be the best father he's capable of being. He's said it, over and over again, how much Nero means to him and all the things he'd do to protect him. Even had trouble finding words to describe it. But if the idea of having a father who exists in his life is strange and new, the idea of hearing him say that he loves him is on a whole other level. Especially when that father is Vergil. Mr. Never Ever Vulnerable Under Pain of Death.
There's a moment where Nero just stares back at him with a disconcertingly blank, mystified look on his face. It might feel like an eternity, even though it's only a few seconds. It's the time it takes Nero to vividly recall what he almost said a little bit ago, to realize Vergil guessed it, to think he ought to just say it, to second-guess himself, and to repeat the process another six times before he finally gives any indication what he's thinking.
Yeah. Okay.]
Feels weird for us to even say it, huh? [From where they started to where they are now... that Nero can actually think it and mean it when he says] I love you too, Dad.