[Nero settles in comfortably, perfectly content to let Vergil fiddle with his hair as he reads. Yeah, he was right. The guy really does have a wonderful voice for this. And he does enjoy the poems a lot more when he's not stumbling over things like verses, pronunciation of words he's unfamiliar with, or reading the whole thing and feeling like it went straight through him and didn't really land anywhere.
The water stays down, even if he still feels a little bit queasy and feverish. It's hard not to feel the ickiness lessen though, comfortable and warm, feeling the affection of his father. Here he is, a grown-ass man getting read a bedtime story by his dad. The thought occurs to him that this scenario is a first for both of them... and there's a little pang of regret that he never got the chance for this when he was a kid.
Oh well. Better late than never?
He mumbles some feedback for a few of the poems, nothing terribly profound, but appreciation for some imagery or another, or at least the way Vergil read it. It doesn't last too long though. About ten minutes in, Nero stops responding because he's fallen asleep.]
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The water stays down, even if he still feels a little bit queasy and feverish. It's hard not to feel the ickiness lessen though, comfortable and warm, feeling the affection of his father. Here he is, a grown-ass man getting read a bedtime story by his dad. The thought occurs to him that this scenario is a first for both of them... and there's a little pang of regret that he never got the chance for this when he was a kid.
Oh well. Better late than never?
He mumbles some feedback for a few of the poems, nothing terribly profound, but appreciation for some imagery or another, or at least the way Vergil read it. It doesn't last too long though. About ten minutes in, Nero stops responding because he's fallen asleep.]