[Nero closes his eyes, both to blink the lingering tears out of existence and in an attempt to relax. He tries to focus on Vergil's kind touches, the fingers in his hair and the slow patterns they trace on his back.
He doesn't want to sit up. If he's going to be this miserable he'll just lie here all night, thanks, and at some point maybe it will go away. But that leads to the dilemma.]
I don't want to lay back down. [He swallows, debating if he should admit why. Maybe it will help expel it if he admits it?] I had an awful nightmare.
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He doesn't want to sit up. If he's going to be this miserable he'll just lie here all night, thanks, and at some point maybe it will go away. But that leads to the dilemma.]
I don't want to lay back down. [He swallows, debating if he should admit why. Maybe it will help expel it if he admits it?] I had an awful nightmare.