[A little bit longer than five minutes, but not by much. Nero tests the doorknob and is relieved not to find it locked. He did say not to, but... honestly, he wouldn't put it past Vergil to "forget" and "fall asleep" if it meant sulking in his own miserable solitude like he thinks he's supposed to.

He steps in, holding a small plate in one hand and a mug of something hot in the other. Then he uses his foot to close the door behind him and makes his way over to the bed, setting them both on Vergil's nightstand beside him. Golden yellow tea with a faint apple scent. On the plate, a piece of toast dressed with melted butter and something sweet.]

Here ya go. Chamomile tea and honey toast. One of the sisters at the orphanage used to whip this up whenever I had bad dreams.

[Then, without asking, he flops over on the other side of the bed, sitting against the headboard. He fully intends to stay a while.]

I know you might not be hungry but at least try a few bites. Works like a charm, honest.