[Man. Vergil really is all precision when he wants to be. There's a bullseye straight through the static and right into the heart of the problem, even if he can't quite articulate all the complicated facets of what and why.
He feels terribly vulnerable with his face between Vergil's hands, brought up to look him in the eye. The expression is something quite similar to worry, in fact.]
It's not you. It's me. [He's not sure why that's the very first thing he needs to say. But there it is.] It's stupid. It's not even a real problem.
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He feels terribly vulnerable with his face between Vergil's hands, brought up to look him in the eye. The expression is something quite similar to worry, in fact.]
It's not you. It's me. [He's not sure why that's the very first thing he needs to say. But there it is.] It's stupid. It's not even a real problem.