[There's a moment there, very brief (also upside-down) where Nero gets a flicker of real, genuine sentiment in his eyes from Vergil's words. It's an incredibly kind thing to say. It also rings truer than it ever would have before. What Nero desired more than anything else in the universe was a family. People who'd love him unconditionally for being himself, and not for any other purpose or selfish motivation. He never got that wish as a kid, but he'd built a family with his beloved Kyrie. And now not only does he have her, but he's here in this house with his uncle and his father. His father. Real and in the flesh, stroking his hair and telling him he'll always have what he wants. What else could he want, than this precise sort of exchange-- than to feel that warmth and love from his dad?
The deflecting joke makes him blink hard, then laugh. The tears are neatly chased away and he can find the words to respond to that.]
Damn straight.
[Then with another smile over his shoulder, he resumes reading his book and lets Vergil get back to his, as well. Everything is perfect and peaceful and content.
For almost ten minutes this time.]
Uh. "Scrupulous?"
[I'm sorry, Vergil. He pronounces it "scrupple-us."]
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The deflecting joke makes him blink hard, then laugh. The tears are neatly chased away and he can find the words to respond to that.]
Damn straight.
[Then with another smile over his shoulder, he resumes reading his book and lets Vergil get back to his, as well. Everything is perfect and peaceful and content.
For almost ten minutes this time.]
Uh. "Scrupulous?"
[I'm sorry, Vergil. He pronounces it "scrupple-us."]