I'm not worried. Just want to know if I can help. That's all.

[He gives Vergil a knowing Look there. Both for echoing his phrasing back at him and for his stubbornness in refusing any acknowledgement of his poor sleep and whatever led to it.]

Look. If you really want me to piss off, I can. [Probably. He's not interested in getting into an actual argument about it, but he's just as aware Vergil wouldn't admit it even if he did need something. Which is why he's not dropped it yet.]

But you wouldn't do that to me without checking in. It sucks, waking up feeling like shit.