( It's something he needs to hear — something they both need to hear — and while it may not be his admission to the depths of heartache he's lived with over the years from that day at their home and the decisions Vergil has made along the way, it's... something. For now. Maybe it's all either brother needs for the moment... to be reassured of the other's need for them.
So he remains there against his brother — listens to the gentle reassurances he offers him with hands to his head and back. Protective. Like when they were kids. He's quiet, like back then. Searches for the beat of his brother's heart and sinks into the gentle rise and fall of his chest with every slow breath. Just like back then. A forgotten comfort that's become so familiar again.
There's conviction in those words. He can hear it, despite the gentleness in which he gives them, and he knows his brother is capable of following through with his word when he gives it — when he sets his mind to it and decides that's simply how it's going to be. He knows that he means it and that he intends to see it through, but. To simply forget the years of guilt and failures he's carried with him... the heartache and anger and depression he tends to wade through because of how broken he feels inside... gentle reassurances are not enough to heal those scars that still very much bleed for him.
But it's a start, at least.
There's a breath on his lips then — soft. Blue eyes having fallen shut as he lays there against Vergil without any signs of intending to move. He's still cooling down — still making sure his devil is in check and quiet behind warm flesh before he even thinks to gently let his eyes flutter open, staring across the room from where he's lazing against his brother. )
You promise?
( You promise? He remembers asking his brother when they were kids and he'd been lazing against him much like this beneath the sheets of their bed, scared from the nightmares he'd had and Vergil reassuring him that nothing would happen to him — that he would keep him safe while he closes his eyes. )
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So he remains there against his brother — listens to the gentle reassurances he offers him with hands to his head and back. Protective. Like when they were kids. He's quiet, like back then. Searches for the beat of his brother's heart and sinks into the gentle rise and fall of his chest with every slow breath. Just like back then. A forgotten comfort that's become so familiar again.
There's conviction in those words. He can hear it, despite the gentleness in which he gives them, and he knows his brother is capable of following through with his word when he gives it — when he sets his mind to it and decides that's simply how it's going to be. He knows that he means it and that he intends to see it through, but. To simply forget the years of guilt and failures he's carried with him... the heartache and anger and depression he tends to wade through because of how broken he feels inside... gentle reassurances are not enough to heal those scars that still very much bleed for him.
But it's a start, at least.
There's a breath on his lips then — soft. Blue eyes having fallen shut as he lays there against Vergil without any signs of intending to move. He's still cooling down — still making sure his devil is in check and quiet behind warm flesh before he even thinks to gently let his eyes flutter open, staring across the room from where he's lazing against his brother. )
You promise?
( You promise? He remembers asking his brother when they were kids and he'd been lazing against him much like this beneath the sheets of their bed, scared from the nightmares he'd had and Vergil reassuring him that nothing would happen to him — that he would keep him safe while he closes his eyes. )