( The tug gets him to take a step back before he realizes what it is Nero's trying to insinuate there. Tilt of his head, he gives a huff with a shake of his head and goes about shrugging the coat off. One of his few red ones he's managed to get around here. )
Who says I'm careless? You know how many things have tried to kill me over the years? It's like you forget who you're talkin' to.
It's careless to get hurt and try to pretend you didn't and not say anything to anyone! Do I need to remind you of the freakin' eel thing?
[Guess who reminded him of THAT, Unky?]
Like. Look. I know you can heal and it's usually fine, but what if it wasn't? Dad and Trish and I would just be in the total dark. And what if something happened to you?
[He folds up the nasty coat, doing his best to get the blood and moisture inside and not dripping all over the floor.]
You know, I'd chill out about this and worry less if you would just be honest and quit trying to hide shit from me all the time?
( While Nero worries about the coat, he slowly slides his holsters off, beloved Ebony and Ivory safely tucked where they're supposed to be. Dangling on a finger, he looks around with where to put them and just... decides to drape them over the back of a chair. That'll do. Looking back to Nero then, he stares at the kid and then just sighs.
He knows he does it — always has since everything went to shit. Nero's a kid— his nephew that he's tried to keep safe the best he could while maintaining the distance that he has. Not because he doesn't care. But because he does and he's family and he'd rather not fail the kid like he did his old man without being able to save him. Heh. Unresolved issues he still struggles with in private. But sometimes the kid is just too. damn. stubborn. and ends up even pushing Legendary Devil Hunter Dante to his limit. That's not it, Nero. He can still feel the anger there on his tongue when he'd snapped at the kid. Felt bad about it, but. Damn. If anything had happened to him... if Vergil had done anything to him without realizing who Nero was at the time and Dante was the one who had to live with that...
Even now. He tries to keep them safe. In his unhealthy but effective[??] way. )
Nothing's gonna happen to me, kid. I'm right here.
Says the guy who spent a month in a fucking ditch, unconscious!
[And came home with a worm in his shoulder that one time, that too.
His irritation with Dante's constant masking is boiling over into his own insecurities and fears, worries about his inability to protect those who are important to him. He can't protect Dante if the moron is out getting his ass beat and then lying about it.
He takes the jacket over to the kitchen, thinking he'll rinse it in the sink. Then he thinks better of it, and ends up hovering there with it in his hands.]
Just stay on topic, will you? Why can't you ever just tell me the truth? I'm not a little kid who needs to be shielded from everything. I'm basically your partner, aren't I?
I wouldn't get so pissed or worried if I trusted you to just-- tell me things!
( For a second he opens his mouth to say something regarding Trish maybe having a thing or two to say about the partner comment there, but. He refrains. Doesn't seem like the time. So, instead, he scoffs lightly under his breath — shake of his head to come and he drags his teeth over his bottom lip while he stares off across the floor. Yeah. Nero's really like his old man in the sense that he can always tell when he's starting to push a little too hard or be a little too flippant.
Looking down at the soaking mess he is, he huffs and starts to unbuckle his belt. )
I don't know if you know this about me and your old man, but we don't really do the whole talking thing much. I mean, Hell. I try to sometimes. But then one of us goes and shuts the other down before we can really get to saying what we want to say to the other and on and on and on it goes.
( Belt off, he drapes it there with the ladies, looking back to Nero. )
I was upset and angry so I went and took it out on a bunch of swamp creatures to get it out of my system. Gee, uncle Dante, why were you so upset and angry? Well, Nero, maybe because I don't like people thinking badly of my brother despite the stupid shit he does. Maybe I don't like having to wrangle with both being pissed at and missing my own old man. Maybe I don't like the fact that despite the many years I've been at this and a lot of the time, not by choice, I still can't always control the demonic part of me and I get scared I'm going to hurt someone like you or some rando in this place.
( Arms stretched open, he smiles, though he's strained. )
Nero isn't quite expecting the flurry of words he gets out of Dante, but he listens to them all the same, albeit with a few shifts in his expression and some surprised blinking. It's a lot to take in at once, and some of it is surprising to hear. Some of it isn't, at all. Gee Unc, you mean you and Vergil fucking suck at talking about stuff and misunderstand each other all the time? No shit! Still, he imagines the intention is to dump so much that Nero regrets asking, or hearing about it.
Which isn't the case, at all.
He looks at Dante's big, fakey smile and open arms and briefly purses his lips, thoughtful. Then he sets the balled-up, filthy coat down on the counter (he'll clean it off later) and takes a few steps closer to him.]
That's a hell of a lot to try and keep to yourself all the time.
[Nero puts out his own arms, sort of a shrug, sort of a "I come in peace," sort of a... not-quite developed "can I offer a hug" sort of gesture.]
Look. I'm gonna sound fuckin' hokey, but... You don't have to deal with all that alone. Maybe I can't solve anything for you but... talking does help, you know? We're family. Even if you just need me to listen and keep my mouth shut, I want to.
He waits for him to pack it up and move on — to be all whatever about it and go handle his bloody wet coat there he'd decided to take for himself. Instead, the kid comes over and he stands there. Right in front of him. Arms out at his sides like they are. He eyes them — eyes Nero there for a second before he lifts his gaze more up to his face and listens to what he has to say.
While he doesn't necessarily mean to, he can't help the scoff that leaves him. It's more tired than anything else and he just shakes his head — stares off across the room with teeth dragging over his bottom lip again. He recalls someone here telling him about how much of a disservice it is both to himself and to his family here to keep them at arms length like he does, especially with the things that bother him. Someone's gotta protect them, he'd said, and he wondered, in that moment, if that's how his old man felt when walking away from his family. The whole having to do things you don't really want to because it's a way to keep them safe. Except things still went to shit and that's always a worry of his, too. Guess he picked that up from Sparda without even realizing it.
After a moment, he sighs — looks down to the ground. )
Yeah. We're family. A dysfunctional one still to this day.
[He doesn't think he's talking to a wall here. Dante pretends to be blase and above it all all the time, but just like Vergil, he does listen when Nero talks. He's heard his own words echoed back at him in Dante's voice plenty of times-- or at least, heard the man admit something close enough to something Nero once insisted... look. Even if he can't take credit for it, he can at least know that it's not completely pointless speaking from the heart to Dante.]
Look. We're all here together under one roof. Your partner is a nice demon who keeps raiding our fridge. You and Vergil stopped trying to kill each other. And I'm calling the guy who ripped my fucking arm off "Dad." We've all changed from how it used to be. We've gotten better, together.
[Nero takes another step, carefully, and reaches up to put his hand on Dante's bicep, kind of a cross between a brotherly slap and a gentle squeeze.]
Like, don't get me wrong, we're always gonna be a bunch of weirdos. That's just who we are as a family. But things don't have to stay fucked up just because they got that way once. We can work together and make things better. That's what families are supposed to do, right? They support each other and help each other grow.
[Yes he is aware he sounds like some kind of lame after school special. So you KNOW he must believe this, hard, if he's willing to put his own words to such a sentiment.]
( In the years he's known Nero, family's always been important to him. That much he knows for certain. So, in a way, it's unfair to deny the kid the very thing he's wanted for years. Granted, it's not as if he denies who he is to the kid... after revealing they're family, anyways. The years before that, well. He had his reasons, ones he's already told to the kid. Now, though. Hm.
Gaze drifting over to the hand there on his arm, blue eyes lift then to meet Nero's face there and he's just... quiet... in a way where it's more he's not entirely sure what to say rather than keeping this and that to himself. After a moment, he ducks his head. )
[It's about what he expects. He doesn't really expect to hear anything in particular from Dante. Not his style to talk, as he said. So Nero swallows down any frustration he may feel about it and gives his uncle a brief, emotional look.
Before he drops his hand away and swaps over to a more comfortable sass.]
Yeah, you do. You reek like pond scum.
[He smirks and backs off, gesturing back to the dirty coat he left on the countertop.] You want me to throw anything else in the wash?
( He's not really wanting to throw his laundry at his nephew, but. Well. One look down at himself and... everything sort of needs to be washed. So, looking back up, he gives the kid a bit of a sheepish smile. )
( Wave of his hand, he makes his way for the bathroom to strip and clean himself up because... yeah. That's definitely a thing that needs to be done.
The moment the door's closed behind him, he takes a second or two to lean against it and just... sighs. Fingers pinch the bridge of his nose — eyes squeezing shut and he allows himself a couple deep breaths before he's pushing himself off the door and slowly starting to undress himself. Like he'd said, he leaves the pile of clothes there outside the bathroom door for the kid, still a little unsure about him taking care of his laundry, but. It is what it is and he needs to clean himself off, so. It's into the shower he goes once the water's on and the right temperature for him.
He takes a bit of time in there — makes sure to wash off all the blood and everything else he'd missed in his random dive into the nearest body of water before he'd made his way back home. When he feels like he's good enough, he steps out, grabs himself a towel, and starts to pat himself dry. In doing so, he catches a glimpse of himself there in the foggy mirror, but. The blurred reflection isn't exactly him. It's his other form. The devil within him. He stares at it — what he can anyways through the condensation there across the mirror, but. He sees it and, rather than completely ignore it as he tends to do, he huffs, wrapping the towel around his waist. )
Always gonna be a little dysfunctional, right?
( Said to the demonic reflection there in the mirror, he stares for a beat or two longer before he's making his way out of the shower, wrapped up in a towel and heading for his room to grab a pair of sweats to slip into. Once those are on, he wanders throughout the house in search of the kid, towel in hand and shirtless. Just like when he was a kid himself. )
[Nero is in the laundry area. The washing machine is already churning with Dante's clothes in it, plus whatever he found lying around to make a full load. (Whites and colors separated, he's a good boy.) Meanwhile, he's in the middle of using the utility sink and a rag to wipe off Dante's coat, since leather can't go in the machine.
He glances back over his shoulder when he hears Dante approaching.]
Well, you sure smell better.
[Nero shuts off the sink and plops the coat on top of the dryer to dab it fully dry.]
Your coat smells better too. Whatever you were killing, its blood stinks like ass.
( Smile faint on his lips, he leans himself there against the entryway of the laundry room, arms crossing some in front of his chest, quiet as he mulls over something. )
I’ve got a lot of mixed feelings about my old man.
( He says, finally, gaze distant before he goes and ducks his head some. )
I’m sure your old man would assume I just hate our father and want nothing to do with him because, well. When we were younger after mom died and everything, yeah. I kinda did hold a grudge against him.
( Dante in his youth was sure A Time. Even more frustrating than he is now. )
But I don’t hate him. I’m angry he wasn’t there to protect us. Some part of me always will be. But I still miss him sometimes, too. He was… my old man. Sure he could be intimidating when he’d raise his voice, but it’s not like all my memories are bad ones. I just wish your old man would let me say as much, instead of just assume I’m going to shit talk him like I’m eighteen again.
[Yeah, look! See?! Dante does listen, it just takes him a sec sometimes!
Nero turns around to face him, remaining quiet, listening intently. It wasn't exactly news to him that Dante and Vergil have differing opinions on the man who was Sparda. All it took was one time of asking them each about him to learn that difference. Vergil has nothing but praise for their father. Dante... his feelings have obviously been more mixed. And he gathers this has been a source of much contention between them in the past. Vergil has even remarked on what he believes Dante would want to say about Sparda.
He makes a crooked little tilt of a smirk, and nods.] Hey. I can understand having difficult feelings about your father, now. [He couldn't have said that even just a few months ago.
But anyway, they're not talking about Nero here. He just figured he'd offer a little empathy there.]
I don't want to tell you how you should talk to your own brother. But I've had better luck with him when I have to tell him difficult things, if I ask him to listen. To wait until I'm finished before he jumps to a conclusion, you know?
I think it's easy for us all to hear what we think we're hearing, and take it really personally. Especially him. [Yeah also Nero. He can admit that.]
Yeah, well. When you’ve tried getting him to listen countless times in the past only for it to all fall on deaf ears, you sort of stop trying after awhile.
( But even then, he still tried to reach out to Vergil. Numerous times. Make him see the error of his ways — to see how important his humanity was and how wrong he’d been about certain assumptions made. He'll always try to reach out for his brother and pull him back if he starts to float adrift. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t get tired of it though. Or just wishes he’d make it a little easier sometimes.
A glance down, he sighs. )
We have a certain history between us. You and him don’t. It’s easier for him to start something new with you.
( Which he’s glad Vergil is making attempts to do, especially for Nero. )
[He would point out that he and Vergil got off on possibly the worst foot ever, but there's no real need to point that out. It's not the same thing and he knows it. It takes a long and bitter history between two brothers to make them fight like Dante and Vergil did.]
I... [He hesitates, and thinks again before he goes on.] I know I'm missing a lot of what happened between you guys. And that's fine, if it's not my business or you'd rather not share. It means I'm gonna be talking out of my ass a bit here on some of this, but...
[A shrug.] He's changed, just in how I'm able to talk to him. Even just as long as I've been here. It might be hard, not to fall back into the same shit again with each other but... I think he could listen now, better than he could before.
[Which isn't going to soothe Dante's concerns, probably. So he'll put his money where his mouth is.] If you wanted to, I could talk to him for you sometime. Just like... warm him up. Put him at ease a little. If you're not both so nervous maybe it'll go better when you do talk.
( There’s definitely a lot the kid doesn’t know about the history between the twins and definitely not anything he’s looking to indulge him in either. Whether or not Vergil wants to, that’s up to him. But with going down that particular memory lane, there’s more heartache and guilt there for him to have to tango with than the more lighthearted feelings that often come when thinking about the good times of them as kids. Despite the things Vergil has done, he’s trying to do better now and Dante sees and appreciates that and, as he’d told Nero earlier, he doesn’t want others to look or think of his brother badly. They argue, they fight, they even try to kill each other sometimes, but Vergil is his other half, and he loves him despite how annoying he can be at times.
Twisting some to lean there on his shoulder, he crosses those arms in front his bare chest and smiles faintly to the kid. Vergil should be proud of his kid. Even if Vergil didn't raise him and he’d only unknowingly had his uncle there around him the past five years, he turned out pretty good, he’d seen it the end of that first time they’d met. When he left the Yamato in the hands of his nephew. Heh. One day he’s gonna properly inherit that thing. Which leaves him to wonder what to do about all his own devil arms and the shop when he finally kicks the bucket. Nero just inheriting so much from his old man and uncle. It’s exactly why he’d done his best to keep him in the dark long as he had. Not all of it is a bunch of cool weapons. )
He’s doing better. I know. Trust me. ( They’re brothers after all. ) He’s “the older one” ( to which he actually uses air quotes, yes. ) but I guess I always feel the need to keep an eye on him.
( Somebody’s gotta keep an eye on your old man. )
I’ve lost him three times in my life. All of which I felt were my fault. I don’t wanna say or do anything to lose him again. I can’t. Only so much heartache this old heart can take at my age.
And he sure won't let you forget it, either. [That Vergil is the older one. Nero's like... you're twins, it doesn't fucking matter. But he figures it must be a sibling thing. That, he wouldn't know about.
It is actually nice to hear Dante opening up to him. Can't help but notice he dodges the question, but that's okay for now. It means a lot to hear him actually trust Nero with his honest feelings.
(Lost him three times. Nero knows the story of one of those. He wonders if he'll ever find out the other two.)]
I know he doesn't want to lose you, either. Even if he can be prickly and awkward about it... I bet it's just hard for you guys to communicate sometimes. [Having A History will do that.
Okay. He'll say it again, then.] I know you may not want me to get involved. But if I can ever help, I want to. Even if you guys just need a mediator or a third person to listen. [A beat.] I won't bitchslap anybody this time either. Or I'll try really hard not to, at least.
[He folds his arms and leans back against the dryer.]
Isn't it normal to want your family members to get along? I care about you both. If I can do anything to make communicating easier between you, I'm happy to.
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Who says I'm careless? You know how many things have tried to kill me over the years? It's like you forget who you're talkin' to.
( The Legendary Devil Hunter Dante. )
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[Guess who reminded him of THAT, Unky?]
Like. Look. I know you can heal and it's usually fine, but what if it wasn't? Dad and Trish and I would just be in the total dark. And what if something happened to you?
[He folds up the nasty coat, doing his best to get the blood and moisture inside and not dripping all over the floor.]
You know, I'd chill out about this and worry less if you would just be honest and quit trying to hide shit from me all the time?
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He knows he does it — always has since everything went to shit. Nero's a kid— his nephew that he's tried to keep safe the best he could while maintaining the distance that he has. Not because he doesn't care. But because he does and he's family and he'd rather not fail the kid like he did his old man without being able to save him. Heh. Unresolved issues he still struggles with in private. But sometimes the kid is just too. damn. stubborn. and ends up even pushing Legendary Devil Hunter Dante to his limit. That's not it, Nero. He can still feel the anger there on his tongue when he'd snapped at the kid. Felt bad about it, but. Damn. If anything had happened to him... if Vergil had done anything to him without realizing who Nero was at the time and Dante was the one who had to live with that...
Even now. He tries to keep them safe. In his unhealthy but effective[??] way. )
Nothing's gonna happen to me, kid. I'm right here.
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[And came home with a worm in his shoulder that one time, that too.
His irritation with Dante's constant masking is boiling over into his own insecurities and fears, worries about his inability to protect those who are important to him. He can't protect Dante if the moron is out getting his ass beat and then lying about it.
He takes the jacket over to the kitchen, thinking he'll rinse it in the sink. Then he thinks better of it, and ends up hovering there with it in his hands.]
Just stay on topic, will you? Why can't you ever just tell me the truth? I'm not a little kid who needs to be shielded from everything. I'm basically your partner, aren't I?
I wouldn't get so pissed or worried if I trusted you to just-- tell me things!
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Looking down at the soaking mess he is, he huffs and starts to unbuckle his belt. )
I don't know if you know this about me and your old man, but we don't really do the whole talking thing much. I mean, Hell. I try to sometimes. But then one of us goes and shuts the other down before we can really get to saying what we want to say to the other and on and on and on it goes.
( Belt off, he drapes it there with the ladies, looking back to Nero. )
I was upset and angry so I went and took it out on a bunch of swamp creatures to get it out of my system. Gee, uncle Dante, why were you so upset and angry? Well, Nero, maybe because I don't like people thinking badly of my brother despite the stupid shit he does. Maybe I don't like having to wrangle with both being pissed at and missing my own old man. Maybe I don't like the fact that despite the many years I've been at this and a lot of the time, not by choice, I still can't always control the demonic part of me and I get scared I'm going to hurt someone like you or some rando in this place.
( Arms stretched open, he smiles, though he's strained. )
That good enough for you?
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Nero isn't quite expecting the flurry of words he gets out of Dante, but he listens to them all the same, albeit with a few shifts in his expression and some surprised blinking. It's a lot to take in at once, and some of it is surprising to hear. Some of it isn't, at all. Gee Unc, you mean you and Vergil fucking suck at talking about stuff and misunderstand each other all the time? No shit! Still, he imagines the intention is to dump so much that Nero regrets asking, or hearing about it.
Which isn't the case, at all.
He looks at Dante's big, fakey smile and open arms and briefly purses his lips, thoughtful. Then he sets the balled-up, filthy coat down on the counter (he'll clean it off later) and takes a few steps closer to him.]
That's a hell of a lot to try and keep to yourself all the time.
[Nero puts out his own arms, sort of a shrug, sort of a "I come in peace," sort of a... not-quite developed "can I offer a hug" sort of gesture.]
Look. I'm gonna sound fuckin' hokey, but... You don't have to deal with all that alone. Maybe I can't solve anything for you but... talking does help, you know? We're family. Even if you just need me to listen and keep my mouth shut, I want to.
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He waits for him to pack it up and move on — to be all whatever about it and go handle his bloody wet coat there he'd decided to take for himself. Instead, the kid comes over and he stands there. Right in front of him. Arms out at his sides like they are. He eyes them — eyes Nero there for a second before he lifts his gaze more up to his face and listens to what he has to say.
While he doesn't necessarily mean to, he can't help the scoff that leaves him. It's more tired than anything else and he just shakes his head — stares off across the room with teeth dragging over his bottom lip again. He recalls someone here telling him about how much of a disservice it is both to himself and to his family here to keep them at arms length like he does, especially with the things that bother him. Someone's gotta protect them, he'd said, and he wondered, in that moment, if that's how his old man felt when walking away from his family. The whole having to do things you don't really want to because it's a way to keep them safe. Except things still went to shit and that's always a worry of his, too. Guess he picked that up from Sparda without even realizing it.
After a moment, he sighs — looks down to the ground. )
Yeah. We're family. A dysfunctional one still to this day.
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[He doesn't think he's talking to a wall here. Dante pretends to be blase and above it all all the time, but just like Vergil, he does listen when Nero talks. He's heard his own words echoed back at him in Dante's voice plenty of times-- or at least, heard the man admit something close enough to something Nero once insisted... look. Even if he can't take credit for it, he can at least know that it's not completely pointless speaking from the heart to Dante.]
Look. We're all here together under one roof. Your partner is a nice demon who keeps raiding our fridge. You and Vergil stopped trying to kill each other. And I'm calling the guy who ripped my fucking arm off "Dad." We've all changed from how it used to be. We've gotten better, together.
[Nero takes another step, carefully, and reaches up to put his hand on Dante's bicep, kind of a cross between a brotherly slap and a gentle squeeze.]
Like, don't get me wrong, we're always gonna be a bunch of weirdos. That's just who we are as a family. But things don't have to stay fucked up just because they got that way once. We can work together and make things better. That's what families are supposed to do, right? They support each other and help each other grow.
[Yes he is aware he sounds like some kind of lame after school special. So you KNOW he must believe this, hard, if he's willing to put his own words to such a sentiment.]
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Gaze drifting over to the hand there on his arm, blue eyes lift then to meet Nero's face there and he's just... quiet... in a way where it's more he's not entirely sure what to say rather than keeping this and that to himself. After a moment, he ducks his head. )
I really need to shower.
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Before he drops his hand away and swaps over to a more comfortable sass.]
Yeah, you do. You reek like pond scum.
[He smirks and backs off, gesturing back to the dirty coat he left on the countertop.] You want me to throw anything else in the wash?
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I'll leave it outside the bathroom.
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Nero smiles back, nodding.]
Just put on a towel before you come out parading your clean ass around the house, okay?
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The moment the door's closed behind him, he takes a second or two to lean against it and just... sighs. Fingers pinch the bridge of his nose — eyes squeezing shut and he allows himself a couple deep breaths before he's pushing himself off the door and slowly starting to undress himself. Like he'd said, he leaves the pile of clothes there outside the bathroom door for the kid, still a little unsure about him taking care of his laundry, but. It is what it is and he needs to clean himself off, so. It's into the shower he goes once the water's on and the right temperature for him.
He takes a bit of time in there — makes sure to wash off all the blood and everything else he'd missed in his random dive into the nearest body of water before he'd made his way back home. When he feels like he's good enough, he steps out, grabs himself a towel, and starts to pat himself dry. In doing so, he catches a glimpse of himself there in the foggy mirror, but. The blurred reflection isn't exactly him. It's his other form. The devil within him. He stares at it — what he can anyways through the condensation there across the mirror, but. He sees it and, rather than completely ignore it as he tends to do, he huffs, wrapping the towel around his waist. )
Always gonna be a little dysfunctional, right?
( Said to the demonic reflection there in the mirror, he stares for a beat or two longer before he's making his way out of the shower, wrapped up in a towel and heading for his room to grab a pair of sweats to slip into. Once those are on, he wanders throughout the house in search of the kid, towel in hand and shirtless. Just like when he was a kid himself. )
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He glances back over his shoulder when he hears Dante approaching.]
Well, you sure smell better.
[Nero shuts off the sink and plops the coat on top of the dryer to dab it fully dry.]
Your coat smells better too. Whatever you were killing, its blood stinks like ass.
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I’ve got a lot of mixed feelings about my old man.
( He says, finally, gaze distant before he goes and ducks his head some. )
I’m sure your old man would assume I just hate our father and want nothing to do with him because, well. When we were younger after mom died and everything, yeah. I kinda did hold a grudge against him.
( Dante in his youth was sure A Time. Even more frustrating than he is now. )
But I don’t hate him. I’m angry he wasn’t there to protect us. Some part of me always will be. But I still miss him sometimes, too. He was… my old man. Sure he could be intimidating when he’d raise his voice, but it’s not like all my memories are bad ones. I just wish your old man would let me say as much, instead of just assume I’m going to shit talk him like I’m eighteen again.
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Nero turns around to face him, remaining quiet, listening intently. It wasn't exactly news to him that Dante and Vergil have differing opinions on the man who was Sparda. All it took was one time of asking them each about him to learn that difference. Vergil has nothing but praise for their father. Dante... his feelings have obviously been more mixed. And he gathers this has been a source of much contention between them in the past. Vergil has even remarked on what he believes Dante would want to say about Sparda.
He makes a crooked little tilt of a smirk, and nods.] Hey. I can understand having difficult feelings about your father, now. [He couldn't have said that even just a few months ago.
But anyway, they're not talking about Nero here. He just figured he'd offer a little empathy there.]
I don't want to tell you how you should talk to your own brother. But I've had better luck with him when I have to tell him difficult things, if I ask him to listen. To wait until I'm finished before he jumps to a conclusion, you know?
I think it's easy for us all to hear what we think we're hearing, and take it really personally. Especially him. [Yeah also Nero. He can admit that.]
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( But even then, he still tried to reach out to Vergil. Numerous times. Make him see the error of his ways — to see how important his humanity was and how wrong he’d been about certain assumptions made. He'll always try to reach out for his brother and pull him back if he starts to float adrift. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t get tired of it though. Or just wishes he’d make it a little easier sometimes.
A glance down, he sighs. )
We have a certain history between us. You and him don’t. It’s easier for him to start something new with you.
( Which he’s glad Vergil is making attempts to do, especially for Nero. )
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[He would point out that he and Vergil got off on possibly the worst foot ever, but there's no real need to point that out. It's not the same thing and he knows it. It takes a long and bitter history between two brothers to make them fight like Dante and Vergil did.]
I... [He hesitates, and thinks again before he goes on.] I know I'm missing a lot of what happened between you guys. And that's fine, if it's not my business or you'd rather not share. It means I'm gonna be talking out of my ass a bit here on some of this, but...
[A shrug.] He's changed, just in how I'm able to talk to him. Even just as long as I've been here. It might be hard, not to fall back into the same shit again with each other but... I think he could listen now, better than he could before.
[Which isn't going to soothe Dante's concerns, probably. So he'll put his money where his mouth is.] If you wanted to, I could talk to him for you sometime. Just like... warm him up. Put him at ease a little. If you're not both so nervous maybe it'll go better when you do talk.
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Twisting some to lean there on his shoulder, he crosses those arms in front his bare chest and smiles faintly to the kid. Vergil should be proud of his kid. Even if Vergil didn't raise him and he’d only unknowingly had his uncle there around him the past five years, he turned out pretty good, he’d seen it the end of that first time they’d met. When he left the Yamato in the hands of his nephew. Heh. One day he’s gonna properly inherit that thing. Which leaves him to wonder what to do about all his own devil arms and the shop when he finally kicks the bucket. Nero just inheriting so much from his old man and uncle. It’s exactly why he’d done his best to keep him in the dark long as he had. Not all of it is a bunch of cool weapons. )
He’s doing better. I know. Trust me. ( They’re brothers after all. ) He’s “the older one” ( to which he actually uses air quotes, yes. ) but I guess I always feel the need to keep an eye on him.
( Somebody’s gotta keep an eye on your old man. )
I’ve lost him three times in my life. All of which I felt were my fault. I don’t wanna say or do anything to lose him again. I can’t. Only so much heartache this old heart can take at my age.
( So he just keeps it to himself. Heh. )
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It is actually nice to hear Dante opening up to him. Can't help but notice he dodges the question, but that's okay for now. It means a lot to hear him actually trust Nero with his honest feelings.
(Lost him three times. Nero knows the story of one of those. He wonders if he'll ever find out the other two.)]
I know he doesn't want to lose you, either. Even if he can be prickly and awkward about it... I bet it's just hard for you guys to communicate sometimes. [Having A History will do that.
Okay. He'll say it again, then.] I know you may not want me to get involved. But if I can ever help, I want to. Even if you guys just need a mediator or a third person to listen. [A beat.] I won't bitchslap anybody this time either. Or I'll try really hard not to, at least.
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( Vergil being the grumpiest of grumpy, yes. Still, he smiles a bit to Nero, still leaning there against the entryway as he is. )
But yeah. Communicating with words has never really been our strong point. Always ends up in a physical fight. Even when we were kids.
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[He folds his arms and leans back against the dryer.]
Isn't it normal to want your family members to get along? I care about you both. If I can do anything to make communicating easier between you, I'm happy to.
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( To which he throws Nero a look of disbelief. )
Every family just has their moments.
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[He gestures upwards, vaguely indicating Vergil... wherever he is.]
But you're nervous to talk about your dad with him, and it seems like that would make you feel better. So...? Why don't you let me help?
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( Heh. Humor to lighten the mood. )
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