( Part of him wonders what it might have been like... for the two of them to grow up side by side regardless of the circumstance. Be it at home with their mother still alive, or just the two of them after that traumatic day and they hadn't been separated from each other. What it would have been like for them to have each other to learn from and with when it came to their father's blood in their veins. Maybe he'd been a lot better at it — maybe he'd have tapped into it all much sooner with Vergil there at his side. Things he'll never know what with his having to have figure it all out on his own over the years. Things he still, to this day, finds he figures out here and there.
Back still pressed to his brother's, he drops the yo-yo down once again and lets it spin there for as long as he can, staring to it in silence. Somber. Snapping the yo-yo back up, he forces a smile and knocks his head back against his brother's playfully. )
You know who needs to learn some of that? Your kid.
( A truth and something he's noticed. )
He's sort of there. Can't really keep the control for very long, but I think he can do it. Just needs a little more practice and to not think so much about it. Also think his old man would be the best to learn from as far as all that goes. Real father-son bonding moment, don't you think? You're welcome for that idea.
( Chuckle soft, he rolls the yo-yo over between his palms. )
I'm good though. Like I said, was just a dumb thought.
[Vergil hums his light agreement as he continues crushing the tomatoes in the bowl, but he hesitates to say more right away. Dante's response at first doesn't feel like an actual answer considering the focus on Nero instead. But deflection from Dante is usually the first bit of warning to leave something alone, and by the time he finishes talking, he's said no. It's just a no that sits with a little less certainty for Vergil given the discussion of Nero and especially given the dismissal of it being unimportant in the end. Nothing about how Dante has been approaching this has felt like a dumb thought. He frowns down at the increasing mush that hasn't yet taken the form of a sauce in the bowl as though it is withholding the answer of whether or not to push the question.]
Well, if you change your mind...
[He waves vaguely with his free, non-tomato-y hand before returning it to keeping the bowl stable.]
[Vergil chooses to leave it alone in the end. Even if Dante is pretending it isn't all that important and attempts to use Nero as a distraction, the answer is still no to some degree or another.]
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Back still pressed to his brother's, he drops the yo-yo down once again and lets it spin there for as long as he can, staring to it in silence. Somber. Snapping the yo-yo back up, he forces a smile and knocks his head back against his brother's playfully. )
You know who needs to learn some of that? Your kid.
( A truth and something he's noticed. )
He's sort of there. Can't really keep the control for very long, but I think he can do it. Just needs a little more practice and to not think so much about it. Also think his old man would be the best to learn from as far as all that goes. Real father-son bonding moment, don't you think? You're welcome for that idea.
( Chuckle soft, he rolls the yo-yo over between his palms. )
I'm good though. Like I said, was just a dumb thought.
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Well, if you change your mind...
[He waves vaguely with his free, non-tomato-y hand before returning it to keeping the bowl stable.]
[Vergil chooses to leave it alone in the end. Even if Dante is pretending it isn't all that important and attempts to use Nero as a distraction, the answer is still no to some degree or another.]