Dante was sprawled out on his stomach on the sofa, shirtless as usual and dressed in nothing but a pair of baggy jeans. He didn't even twitch or look up at the other's call. His blue eyes were unfocused and fixed on a point somewhere on the far wall, but the TV wasn't on and there wasn't anything to actually hold his attention there. His mind had gone from panicked to guilty to a strange mix of both. His body, however, was exhausted from the distinct lack of food getting less than two hours of sleep the night before.
God. He hardly ever worried, and here he was, thinking of all the terrible things that could've happened to Nero. He was really too clingy to family members than was good for his own health.
"No. I'm good," he answered, his voice small. He shifted his legs slightly to make room for his brother's body, but beyond that, there was no reaction.
When Dante barely moved, much less answered him, Vergil frowned. Not a sad frown, more of the usual annoyed frown that he did. This was a typical young adult thing, Nero would come back. He was just... he'd be back. Vergil just knew it. Or was it more hope? Of course it wasn't hope. He didn't like the kid anyway. Not one bit, let him leave. Like he cared.
What he did care about was his brother being like this. Since when did he say no to pizza? Or acted so... numb.
"Fine then. No pizza, but you're eating something." As he hadn't last night, nor this morning, and lunch... well Vergil had eaten, Dante was still being stubborn even then. It was just about dinner time and Vergil was not going to let him mope about and starve himself over an idiot child who couldn't handle a gay relationship.
"I'll force it down your throat if I have to." Vergil says, not before getting up and wandering into the kitchen again.
Normally, Dante would've made some snarky comment about how Vergil had turned so domestic or about getting hand-fed, but he only made a small, barely noticeable shrug of his shoulder. "If it's anything tasteless healthy, I'm not having it," he sighed, turning his head slightly to watch his brother leave. "No salads." Even when he was in a moping mood, Dante couldn't stand to have healthy stuff shoved down his throat.
"Of course not, your stomach might shrivel up if anything good for it got inside there." Vergil rolled his eyes, opening the fridge. Peeking around, he didn't see anything quick and easy to force in Dante's mouth. Grimacing, he closed that and opted to try the fridge. Easy, quick, and very unhealthy things lurked in here. Grabbing a small microwavable pizza, one that was only like two pieces of a normal one, he stuffed it into the microwave and let it heat up.
"I shouldn't even bother to ask if you're thirsty." he says, going into the fridge to grab a beer. Something that Dante will drink, no matter what. As the pizza went off he opened the microwave to fetch it. Getting a plate he set it on there and made his way back to the living room. Sitting beside Dante he offered him the food and beverage.
"Starving yourself won't make him come back you know."
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God. He hardly ever worried, and here he was, thinking of all the terrible things that could've happened to Nero. He was really too clingy to family members than was good for his own health.
"No. I'm good," he answered, his voice small. He shifted his legs slightly to make room for his brother's body, but beyond that, there was no reaction.
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What he did care about was his brother being like this. Since when did he say no to pizza? Or acted so... numb.
"Fine then. No pizza, but you're eating something." As he hadn't last night, nor this morning, and lunch... well Vergil had eaten, Dante was still being stubborn even then. It was just about dinner time and Vergil was not going to let him mope about and starve himself over an idiot child who couldn't handle a gay relationship.
"I'll force it down your throat if I have to." Vergil says, not before getting up and wandering into the kitchen again.
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"I shouldn't even bother to ask if you're thirsty." he says, going into the fridge to grab a beer. Something that Dante will drink, no matter what. As the pizza went off he opened the microwave to fetch it. Getting a plate he set it on there and made his way back to the living room. Sitting beside Dante he offered him the food and beverage.
"Starving yourself won't make him come back you know."
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