[Realistically, it's not anything Vergil didn't already know. Every step closer Nero has taken towards him has been a demonstration of trust in its own right, including the simple fact Nero was willing to afford him a chance to begin with. But Vergil feels the weight of that trust differently in having it spoken aloud, acknowledged and shaped into something nearly tangible as words often have the way of doing. It's not a terrible weight. It does not rest upon him as a burden. But it is noticeable, and it brings more clarity to just how strong his son truly is, to continue trying in ways that Vergil knows he and Dante had given up on when they were just children.]

[He nods a little.]

I'll remember, [he says, giving Nero's hand a light squeeze. Vergil allows it to remain an unspoken promise, but he does not want to fail Nero, to give him reason to ever regret placing that trust in him. Whatever it takes, Vergil wants to prove himself worthy of it even if Nero would likely say (aloud at least) that Vergil doesn't need to prove anything.] Although I will still risk that foul mouth of yours in telling you that I'd really like it if you'd consider being a little less stubborn, and try to drink something before getting some rest.

[He's careful not to ask Nero to sleep. Even if he's talked about the nightmare, vented some of the feelings and thoughts that manifested it into existence, Vergil isn't stupid. He knows Nero is liable to still be reluctant to actually sleep. But making an effort to relax to ride whatever this is out would be Vergil's preference for Nero.]