[Vergil opens his eyes when he feels the hand on his arm, glancing in its direction when there's a light squeeze.]

It was just a bad dream. [It's a reflex more than anything. Perhaps a poor one at that, he realizes a second too late after the words have already left his mouth, but a reflex all the same. He doesn't mean to be dismissive, and certainly not after everything Nero has gone out of his way to do for him tonight. Vergil reaches for the hand on his elbow, hoping he's quick enough to get ahead of any potential hurt feelings. Privately, he wishes he was better at this than he has the tendency to be, but he knows he doesn't necessarily have the time to dwell on it.] But you said as much yourself that we are in everything together. And it was...better. Not having to sit with it alone. Even if all it was in the end was a bad dream.