[Nero doesn't seem bothered by the reflexive brushoff. If anything, he's used to it. He's pleased for Vergil reaching back for him though, and leaves his hand in place when it's apparent that he is.
He's even more pleased when Vergil makes, for him, a rather vulnerable admission.]
I'm glad. Even if it's just a bad dream, being alone with it sucks.
[With one side of his face smushed against the pillow, he offers a smile with the other side and tightens that squeeze on his elbow, one more time.]
[Beatrice would be proud of her son. Vergil's had the thought before. Nero gives him numerous reasons to think it and more importantly, believe it on a frequent basis. But he thinks and believes in it now so strongly as he looks at his child smiling at him. The heart Nero inherited from his mother shines through that smile, making it look more like a reflection of hers than Vergil's for the moment. And it's such a good thing, Vergil thinks. Whatever Beatrice's fate, at the very least, an important part of her lives on so strongly in Nero, the part that Vergil knows she'd want most for Nero to take from her.]
[He rubs the back of Nero's hand lightly before stilling his hand, leaving and encouraging that light point of contact between them as he closes his eyes once more.]
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He's even more pleased when Vergil makes, for him, a rather vulnerable admission.]
I'm glad. Even if it's just a bad dream, being alone with it sucks.
[With one side of his face smushed against the pillow, he offers a smile with the other side and tightens that squeeze on his elbow, one more time.]
Sleep good, Dad.
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[He rubs the back of Nero's hand lightly before stilling his hand, leaving and encouraging that light point of contact between them as he closes his eyes once more.]
Goodnight, dear child.