Nope. Never. Instead, he learned how to fix his antennae so it'd work better.
[It's a funny story, even though it brings with it a bittersweet realization. Nero had to run to the dormitory where the nuns slept when he needed comfort. Sister Maria was kind and consoled him more than most of the others would, with her late night treats and attention. She was as good to him as she could have been. But there was no mother or father whose room he could infiltrate, whose bed he could crawl into when he was scared.
He cherishes these moments. But sometimes he does mourn that they couldn't come earlier. That that mischievous, dust-covered, sobbing little boy couldn't know that someday he would have them. Nobody should have to be alone when they're afraid. Especially not late at night.
The thought comes and goes quickly, and with it comes the sudden, unexplained urge to reach over and set his hand on Vergil's arm again, grasping his elbow. (Through the blankets, if need be.) Maybe it's affection. Maybe it's checking to see if he's still there, if he's real, if this isn't just a dream he's having himself. But the hand remains there and eventually gives a little squeeze.]
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[It's a funny story, even though it brings with it a bittersweet realization. Nero had to run to the dormitory where the nuns slept when he needed comfort. Sister Maria was kind and consoled him more than most of the others would, with her late night treats and attention. She was as good to him as she could have been. But there was no mother or father whose room he could infiltrate, whose bed he could crawl into when he was scared.
He cherishes these moments. But sometimes he does mourn that they couldn't come earlier. That that mischievous, dust-covered, sobbing little boy couldn't know that someday he would have them. Nobody should have to be alone when they're afraid. Especially not late at night.
The thought comes and goes quickly, and with it comes the sudden, unexplained urge to reach over and set his hand on Vergil's arm again, grasping his elbow. (Through the blankets, if need be.) Maybe it's affection. Maybe it's checking to see if he's still there, if he's real, if this isn't just a dream he's having himself. But the hand remains there and eventually gives a little squeeze.]
I'm right here if you need me.