[The rejection of further aid is expected. But at least Vergil's putting in a tea order. Meaning he's not gonna argue about that and try to make himself a four course afternoon tea menu or some shit.

Even he he follows it up with an absolute load of self-pity guilt shit, which makes Nero verbally scoff.]

Oh, shut up. Treating you like an invalid. Don't be such a drama queen.

[He closes the door behind them. His backpack gets tossed to one side of the doorway. Red Queen is delicately slid off his back and placed on the other, like an umbrella.]

It's not anybody's fault you're sick. Sucks, man! But what, are you gonna go to the library like this? Or be in any shape for Mizu?

[He claps Vergil on the shoulder as he passes by, on the way to the kitchen.]

Just take it easy. I'll take your books back, you take a nap. Maybe you'll sleep it off and feel better after.