[There come the sounds of clinking and cabinets closing as Nero goes digging for the tea. The sink runs as he fills the kettle with water, then a click and a clunk as he places it on the burner and cranks the heat up high.
Nero then comes out to the couch, but doesn't sit. He leans over the back beside where Vergil is seated, resting his chin on his fist as he studies his poor, ill, pleading father.
His voice takes on that gentler tone again. It's the one he uses when Julio or one of the other boys starts getting outrageously fussy. He is not ever going to tell Vergil that.]
Dad, there's nothing wrong with not feeling well. Why would Mizu hold it against you?
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[There come the sounds of clinking and cabinets closing as Nero goes digging for the tea. The sink runs as he fills the kettle with water, then a click and a clunk as he places it on the burner and cranks the heat up high.
Nero then comes out to the couch, but doesn't sit. He leans over the back beside where Vergil is seated, resting his chin on his fist as he studies his poor, ill, pleading father.
His voice takes on that gentler tone again. It's the one he uses when Julio or one of the other boys starts getting outrageously fussy. He is not ever going to tell Vergil that.]
Dad, there's nothing wrong with not feeling well. Why would Mizu hold it against you?