( He's quiet as he lays there — as he listens to his brother speak and, after a moment, he shifts. Closer. Wraps his arms there around his brother's waist and buries himself against him from behind, much like he'd do when they were kids. Never mind Vergil is sitting up. He makes it work.
It's only after a moment that he thinks to speak. Soft. )
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It's only after a moment that he thinks to speak. Soft. )
You won't let that happen. Right?