( Ordinarily, he'd never say no to a chance to get some pizza into him, but. Considering all of what had happened and how he currently feels, he's going to have a take a pass on the eating suggestion. )

Think I'm gonna have to go with the resting option. Might just spill my food all over me.

( Super unattractive for anyone to see. At that, however, he slowly lets himself ease back against the bed and just lays there, as he is, legs hung over the bed there while he remains there next to his brother. Arm draping itself across his eyes, he sighs and it's an emotionally tired one — lets himself gently find his breathing again. Even as he does, his other hand, the one closes to Vergil, gently holds to his brother, as if a lifeline or a means to reassure himself that his brother is here with him. )

Maybe I'm just getting old. Taking so much out of me.