[Vergil fixes Nero with a look that's typically reserved for Dante. The sort of look that silently communicates that if he were not a blood relative... He just sips his tea while Nero eats his ramen, which he was about to direct Nero to do instead of continuing with his commentary had Nero not taken the initiative himself.]
[He nods a little to Nero's words after he's had a few bites, but says nothing in response. Vergil finds the offer of congratulations a bit odd, but there's nothing he finds objectionable about Nero recognizing that Vergil's relationship with Mizu is largely none of his business. And as for the matter of happiness...?]
[When Dante asked Vergil if he was happy with Mizu, he didn't know exactly how to answer. Not to say that he was unhappy in any way, but it had only been a couple of weeks at that point. It was difficult to tell with how fresh and new everything had been if it was the novelty or if he truly had found happiness with Mizu. Never mind that... Well. Happiness is a fleeting thing in the majority of Vergil's experiences, often slipping from his fingertips before he can even realize it's right there in front of him. Assuming that he even allowed for it in the first place.]
[But Vergil finds himself astonishingly happy here in Folkmore. Not just with Mizu. With Dante and Nero. With his life here. There's a part of him that keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen where some part of this dream is stripped away from him, but it's grown a little quieter as of late.]
[Vergil doesn't push for further conversation to allow Nero to eat.]
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[He nods a little to Nero's words after he's had a few bites, but says nothing in response. Vergil finds the offer of congratulations a bit odd, but there's nothing he finds objectionable about Nero recognizing that Vergil's relationship with Mizu is largely none of his business. And as for the matter of happiness...?]
[When Dante asked Vergil if he was happy with Mizu, he didn't know exactly how to answer. Not to say that he was unhappy in any way, but it had only been a couple of weeks at that point. It was difficult to tell with how fresh and new everything had been if it was the novelty or if he truly had found happiness with Mizu. Never mind that... Well. Happiness is a fleeting thing in the majority of Vergil's experiences, often slipping from his fingertips before he can even realize it's right there in front of him. Assuming that he even allowed for it in the first place.]
[But Vergil finds himself astonishingly happy here in Folkmore. Not just with Mizu. With Dante and Nero. With his life here. There's a part of him that keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen where some part of this dream is stripped away from him, but it's grown a little quieter as of late.]
[Vergil doesn't push for further conversation to allow Nero to eat.]