I'm gonna. I'll tell him you fell into a hole or something. I just don't get what the fuss is about.

[He doesn't really intend to pry, either. Didn't know it was such a touchy thing to leave Vergil actually sputtering about it.

And in the interest of not prying, he tries to change the subject before it seems like he might be.]

Listen. [He sets one hand squarely atop Vergil's head, ruffling his hair in a familiar manner.] If you want me to fuck off, I will. But being sick sucks ass, and you shouldn't have to deal with it by yourself. I wanna help.