[If there was a wall around, he'd punch it. Something to kick, he'd kick it. He's fuming and frustrated and for no real adequate reason he can put his finger on. You're acting like a fucking baby, he thinks, which is one more thing to be upset about. Add it to the pile. The worst thing about it is knowing that Vergil is watching him, probably bewildered at the very least-- if not actively disappointed. Check out his grown-ass son who can't hold his own, and can't handle his temper either.
There's movement at the corner of his eye, a hand on his shoulder, and he spins around defensively. Vergil moves in and out of sheer reflex he swats and stumbles back a step, and it's then with the second attempt that he realizes his father is trying to... hug him? This makes him freeze, torn between angry reflex and his implicit desire not to shun Vergil's clumsy attempts at affection.
So he ends up in Vergil's embrace the second time. Still outrageously pissed about basically nothing, and his fists remain clenched at his side rather than returning the gesture. But his weight slumps forward and his forehead thumps against Vergil's shoulder, unmistakable signs of surrender.
His shoulders tremble and he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back tears. It's fine. He's fine. Vergil can hold him tight as he likes. He just needs a minute.]
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There's movement at the corner of his eye, a hand on his shoulder, and he spins around defensively. Vergil moves in and out of sheer reflex he swats and stumbles back a step, and it's then with the second attempt that he realizes his father is trying to... hug him? This makes him freeze, torn between angry reflex and his implicit desire not to shun Vergil's clumsy attempts at affection.
So he ends up in Vergil's embrace the second time. Still outrageously pissed about basically nothing, and his fists remain clenched at his side rather than returning the gesture. But his weight slumps forward and his forehead thumps against Vergil's shoulder, unmistakable signs of surrender.
His shoulders tremble and he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back tears. It's fine. He's fine. Vergil can hold him tight as he likes. He just needs a minute.]