Nero is doing his best to remain calm and positive, but after several days of caring for both his father and his uncle on their sickbeds, the violent urges are starting to pile up. They're both frustrating in different ways, and everybody's starting to get stir-crazy, even Kyrie, and yeah it sucks that they're not feeling good, and for fuck's sake why does Nero care so much what two stupid old men do when they're sick? Except he's well aware if he leaves them to their own devices he's gonna end up dragging one or both of them home after they're found facedown on the pavement miles and miles away, and just-
It's been trying! That's all!
Fresh off making lunch, Nero is about to make an excuse to abandon the house for a while when someone knocks at the door. Excellent. An excuse. He's not sure who to expect when he goes to answer it, but he's definitely not expecting the impossible, rail-thin familiar form that greets him on the other side.
Nero is visibly struck surprised. He pauses a moment, glances back into the house, then spends a few more seconds fumbling for what he should say or do.
He settles on something simple, a nice and neutral: "Oh. Hey, V."
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Nero is doing his best to remain calm and positive, but after several days of caring for both his father and his uncle on their sickbeds, the violent urges are starting to pile up. They're both frustrating in different ways, and everybody's starting to get stir-crazy, even Kyrie, and yeah it sucks that they're not feeling good, and for fuck's sake why does Nero care so much what two stupid old men do when they're sick? Except he's well aware if he leaves them to their own devices he's gonna end up dragging one or both of them home after they're found facedown on the pavement miles and miles away, and just-
It's been trying! That's all!
Fresh off making lunch, Nero is about to make an excuse to abandon the house for a while when someone knocks at the door. Excellent. An excuse. He's not sure who to expect when he goes to answer it, but he's definitely not expecting the impossible, rail-thin familiar form that greets him on the other side.
Nero is visibly struck surprised. He pauses a moment, glances back into the house, then spends a few more seconds fumbling for what he should say or do.
He settles on something simple, a nice and neutral: "Oh. Hey, V."