[Oh, thinks Nero. This is what it would be like. This is what it's like when his father holds him and tells him he's going to be okay. It's a wistful and longing feeling, and it's a good thing he's already on the verge of tears because that would have knocked him right over the edge otherwise.
He lingers there a minute, letting the rage and frustration and everything else rush over him like he's standing still in a rough surf. At a certain point it crests and finally starts to flow away, leaving embarrassment and shame in its wake.
It's a few minutes before Nero moves. It's to bring one of those balled fists forward in a gentle, frustrated thump against Vergil's leg.]
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He lingers there a minute, letting the rage and frustration and everything else rush over him like he's standing still in a rough surf. At a certain point it crests and finally starts to flow away, leaving embarrassment and shame in its wake.
It's a few minutes before Nero moves. It's to bring one of those balled fists forward in a gentle, frustrated thump against Vergil's leg.]
This is so fucking stupid.