[Vergil feels more vulnerable than he would like, and there's an instinctive part of him that wants to shrug the hand on his shoulder off. But he's just cognizant enough not to give into that instinct.]
I'm fine, [he says, firmly as he opens his eyes again. Vergil may not be willing to be so physically dismissive of Nero, but verbally? He can only temper that so much right now. Turning his head aside, Vergil spits. It's not enough to get the unpleasant taste off the back of his tongue, but it's better than nothing. He fully sits up, a little more confident that his stomach is closer to empty than not. With his now free hand, he pats the hand on his shoulder and says,] I just need a moment. That's all.
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I'm fine, [he says, firmly as he opens his eyes again. Vergil may not be willing to be so physically dismissive of Nero, but verbally? He can only temper that so much right now. Turning his head aside, Vergil spits. It's not enough to get the unpleasant taste off the back of his tongue, but it's better than nothing. He fully sits up, a little more confident that his stomach is closer to empty than not. With his now free hand, he pats the hand on his shoulder and says,] I just need a moment. That's all.