[It does help that he frankly cannot imagine Vergil saying anything untrue in order to soothe a bruised ego. Or lying in general. The man is honest to a fault on basically any topic that doesn't involve himself. If he was just puffing up Nero to make him feel better, it would be incredibly obvious.
The anger is fading, and he's left to deal with the embarrassment and shame it leaves behind. A ridiculous display by any definition. But he tries hard to apply that grace of his inward, treat it the way he did when Vergil flew off the handle that day they had their hard conversation. Firmly, but kindly: stop beating yourself up. Especially over things that nobody is going to hold against you.
Jeez. They really are father and son, huh...
Still, red-eyed and both physically and emotionally sore, he does look a little hangover-sulky yet as he heads over to pull Red Queen out of the ground.]
I'm starving. [And beat to hell. He really wants to sit down for like, half a day.] What are you thinking?
no subject
The anger is fading, and he's left to deal with the embarrassment and shame it leaves behind. A ridiculous display by any definition. But he tries hard to apply that grace of his inward, treat it the way he did when Vergil flew off the handle that day they had their hard conversation. Firmly, but kindly: stop beating yourself up. Especially over things that nobody is going to hold against you.
Jeez. They really are father and son, huh...
Still, red-eyed and both physically and emotionally sore, he does look a little hangover-sulky yet as he heads over to pull Red Queen out of the ground.]
I'm starving. [And beat to hell. He really wants to sit down for like, half a day.] What are you thinking?