Dad said you guys don't get sick ever. So this is like an extreme case of the man-flu. [A beat. De-man flu. Heh. [Look, he thinks he's funny.

Nero hefts Dante into his bedroom, and is even kind enough not to bodyslam him onto the bed. This time. He cracks open a window for some fresh air, muttering as he goes.]

Jeez, you guys really are twins. Same sickness, same insistence it's gonna kill you to accept a little help...

[Then he parks it on the bed alongside Dante, sitting for a moment.]

Maybe you'll feel better if you sleep it off. Dad doesn't nap, [delivered in a perfect snotty impression of Vergil's voice] but it could help.