( Smile lazy, he joins his brother there on the bed — drops himself down to it and just... leans against him. Shoulder to shoulder. Head dropping a little also. Blue eyes fall shut, breathing soft, and he swallows after a moment before he lets his eyes gently open, trailing his gaze across his brother's leg there. Ordinarily, he'd swing his own over Vergil's, but. He doesn't have it in him, too. Instead, he just sits there with him. Quiet. Until, finally, when he speaks, it's softly. )

You've always been better at it. ( He pauses, clarifies then. ) Being more devil than man. I mean... I like to think I'm ok at it. But sometimes...

( Licking over his lips, he sighs — gives a slow shake of his head. )

I got overwhelmed. Felt like I was slipping away from myself. When I came out of it, I thought of when we were kids. You know. When I'd get a nightmare and you'd chase them away because you're not scared of any monster?

( Another sigh, he leans against his brother a little more, gaze staring across his room. )

I need you, too. Always have.