[Vergil huffs a quiet laugh at the notion of being crushed beneath the weight of his own literary habits. Beyond his own typical restraint when it comes to generally emoting, he keeps the laughter contained to avoid potentially bringing on another coughing fit. He smiles a little at Nero's consternation with some of the books he looks at while Vergil finishes organizing the last of them into their two separate piles.]
There, [he says, placing the last book in the pile to be sent back to the library.] That's all of them that need to be returned.
[From his "keep" pile, Vergil selects one of the books before reaching for his tea again. He tucks his legs back underneath him on the couch, settling back to where he was before when Nero first brought out the small mountain of books. He doesn't have any interest in lying about in bed, but imagines Nero is going to insist he stay put. So, he might as well have something to keep him occupied while Nero is out.]
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There, [he says, placing the last book in the pile to be sent back to the library.] That's all of them that need to be returned.
[From his "keep" pile, Vergil selects one of the books before reaching for his tea again. He tucks his legs back underneath him on the couch, settling back to where he was before when Nero first brought out the small mountain of books. He doesn't have any interest in lying about in bed, but imagines Nero is going to insist he stay put. So, he might as well have something to keep him occupied while Nero is out.]