[It's hard to be a tough guy. It's hard to let yourself be vulnerable when you've been hurt so bad in the past. Nero knows that firsthand, and though he still has no idea the extent, he knows for a fact that Vergil knows it too. What else would explain that standoffishness, the prickly defensiveness, the insistence on solitude?
Too bad for him, Nero's been practicing maneuvering around it as easily as he could run up a wall. Not out of anything less than a sincere desire to help. Because harder still than being tough and fearing vulnerability is dealing with shit all on your own, thinking you can't ask for help even when things are overwhelming or unpleasant or just plain suck to handle alone.
Nero, for all his status as an outcast and a black sheep, always had Kyrie. She never put up with it when he tried to shove her away and play Mr. Hardcore Do It Myself, and he knows he's a better man for it. Vergil (and Dante too) get to learn that lesson too, if he has anything to say about it.
He settles in, reclining with his arms pillowing his head, by all accounts making himself very comfortable on Vergil's bed. The real effectiveness of this method, he thinks, is the company. The slice of normalcy to ground one back in the real world and banish away the nightmare. Whether or not Vergil ends up wanting to talk about it, the interlude should create enough distance to help him go back to sleep.]
It sounds really saccharine, but when Kyrie has nightmares, I do the same for her. And vice versa. Even works on Dante, the stubborn ass. So you KNOW there's something to it.
[He turns his head and smiles at his father, looking pretty proud of himself.]
I'd suggest some tunes too, but I know you're not gonna like anything I put on.
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[It's hard to be a tough guy. It's hard to let yourself be vulnerable when you've been hurt so bad in the past. Nero knows that firsthand, and though he still has no idea the extent, he knows for a fact that Vergil knows it too. What else would explain that standoffishness, the prickly defensiveness, the insistence on solitude?
Too bad for him, Nero's been practicing maneuvering around it as easily as he could run up a wall. Not out of anything less than a sincere desire to help. Because harder still than being tough and fearing vulnerability is dealing with shit all on your own, thinking you can't ask for help even when things are overwhelming or unpleasant or just plain suck to handle alone.
Nero, for all his status as an outcast and a black sheep, always had Kyrie. She never put up with it when he tried to shove her away and play Mr. Hardcore Do It Myself, and he knows he's a better man for it. Vergil (and Dante too) get to learn that lesson too, if he has anything to say about it.
He settles in, reclining with his arms pillowing his head, by all accounts making himself very comfortable on Vergil's bed. The real effectiveness of this method, he thinks, is the company. The slice of normalcy to ground one back in the real world and banish away the nightmare. Whether or not Vergil ends up wanting to talk about it, the interlude should create enough distance to help him go back to sleep.]
It sounds really saccharine, but when Kyrie has nightmares, I do the same for her. And vice versa. Even works on Dante, the stubborn ass. So you KNOW there's something to it.
[He turns his head and smiles at his father, looking pretty proud of himself.]
I'd suggest some tunes too, but I know you're not gonna like anything I put on.