[Vergil rolls his eyes at Nero's cocky grin, but says nothing that would threaten to take it away. Not that he thinks there's much that could. Once Nero has his footing and confidence, he's more prone to taking criticism as further prove rather than anything to the contrary. As he takes a sip of tea, Vergil hums his agreement though that any music Nero would choose wouldn't do much for him. He understands that Nero finds it soothing, but he can't say he has a similar experience of it regardless of whether he likes it or not.]
As a child, I would have only accepted the lullabies your grandmother would sing for your uncle and me if there was any music before sleep. I don't believe Dante would have settled down enough to sleep in the first place without them, but I was fine without them. [He pauses a moment before admitting without looking at Nero,] Unless I had a bad dream.
Dante usually came to me whenever he had a bad dream, but I usually went looking for Mother if I couldn't fall back asleep on my own.
[Which was more often than not the case after a bad dream, but not for a lack of trying. He'd lie there with a vice grip on his stuffed animal reminding himself that he's a son of Sparda and has nothing to be afraid of over and over until he broke down and went looking for his mother. If she was already in bed, she let him stay with her. Otherwise, he curled up in her lap. He knew he was allowed to stay as long as it took for him to fall asleep, and some part of him would stubbornly try to fight off sleep to have the rare moment with just his mother alone last a little longer. But he never managed to hold out for long with as warm and safe as he felt, and before he knew it, it was morning and he was waking up in his bed.]
[That all came to an abrupt end after the attack on their home, however, and Vergil grew accustomed to riding it out on his own. Honestly, barring a few nights in Dante's room after that woman managed to rattle Vergil, he's always handled it on his own. He never bothered Beatrice with any of it when they were together. He still won't wake Mizu on the nights he spends with her, and he never goes knocking on Dante or Nero's doors when they happen here. If Nero hadn't still been awake, it's likely Vergil would have crept out of his room long enough to wash his face and returned to read until it was time either for sleep or to get ready for the day.]
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As a child, I would have only accepted the lullabies your grandmother would sing for your uncle and me if there was any music before sleep. I don't believe Dante would have settled down enough to sleep in the first place without them, but I was fine without them. [He pauses a moment before admitting without looking at Nero,] Unless I had a bad dream.
Dante usually came to me whenever he had a bad dream, but I usually went looking for Mother if I couldn't fall back asleep on my own.
[Which was more often than not the case after a bad dream, but not for a lack of trying. He'd lie there with a vice grip on his stuffed animal reminding himself that he's a son of Sparda and has nothing to be afraid of over and over until he broke down and went looking for his mother. If she was already in bed, she let him stay with her. Otherwise, he curled up in her lap. He knew he was allowed to stay as long as it took for him to fall asleep, and some part of him would stubbornly try to fight off sleep to have the rare moment with just his mother alone last a little longer. But he never managed to hold out for long with as warm and safe as he felt, and before he knew it, it was morning and he was waking up in his bed.]
[That all came to an abrupt end after the attack on their home, however, and Vergil grew accustomed to riding it out on his own. Honestly, barring a few nights in Dante's room after that woman managed to rattle Vergil, he's always handled it on his own. He never bothered Beatrice with any of it when they were together. He still won't wake Mizu on the nights he spends with her, and he never goes knocking on Dante or Nero's doors when they happen here. If Nero hadn't still been awake, it's likely Vergil would have crept out of his room long enough to wash his face and returned to read until it was time either for sleep or to get ready for the day.]
[Vergil glances at Nero, but says nothing else.]