[Vergil believes Nero when he says he feels he's been hit by a truck, but he meets the claim at not being stubborn with obvious skepticism even if he says nothing aloud to challenge that particular claim. Once Nero begins sitting up, Vergil loosens and releases his hold on Nero to allow him the movement under his own will and strength. If his hand hovers and lingers nearby for just a second to be certain Nero isn't feeling dizzy, Vergil says absolutely nothing of it. Nero's water remains on the other nightstand, and Vergil sits closer to it with the way Nero's managed to curl himself so close. He nudges Nero to sit up a little further, allowing him to lean and shift back just far enough that he's able to get the glass for Nero.]

The book you gave me, [he says as he passes the glass to Nero and sits upright once more.] I've read it a few times already, but... I suppose you could say sometimes one prefers the company of an old friend.

[It's the best way Vergil knows how to explain it. While he enjoys revisiting other books and poetry from other parts of his life, and sometimes is even so bold as to read a book published in the last century, there is a comfort in reading his favorites that cannot be replicated with any others. These past few weeks, he's felt he's needed such a comfort although he gives no such indications to Nero that's the case. As far as Vergil is concerned, this is a bit of small talk now before Nero makes an earnest effort to rest.]