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[kowase]

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[kowase]

[ there's a part of him that just wants to lie face-down on his desk, but. Showing weakness in front of dante? He couldn't do it. He has to steel his jaw and seem to be flawless--it was like an instinct, to never lower his head if he can help it. Showing he was stressed more than he already had? impossible.

He evens his gaze at dante. Wondering if he could will the other to leave so he can turn the lights off and just be alone with his new memories, new thoughts for a while.

He's used to being alone. ]

Perhaps it is for the best, and for the necessary health of beings like us that it does not effect us as much as it could.

Else I fear we may one day put ourselves into true danger.

[advivo]

[ he doesn't have to do much in truth. maybe it is because of their old age, or the fact that their twins, but he's found that he can read Vergil like a book these days. as such, he can see the way his brother's expression twitches, how stubbornly he holds onto the illusion of calm out of that stubborn instinct never to show weakness.

there is a part of Dante that wishes he would, that he would let that final barrier down instead of forcing Dante to break it down himself. but Vergil is Vergil and things are never easy with him. so he just smiles and finishes the last of his drink, placing the empty glass down on the desk and slips off it. ]

I don't need enough drink to kill God to do that, Verg.

[ he's been doing it for the last thirty years of his life. even with his brother back, even with some semblance of a family he's always longed for, some habits are impossible to break. ]

I've got some stuff I gotta do, I'll be back in a couple of hours. [ Dante rests his hand on Vergil's shoulder and squeezes. ] Call or text me if you need me, okay? I'll always come running.

[ with that Dante walks around the desk to the door, pausing only briefly to flick the room's main light switch off before leaving. closing the door behind him as he goes.

one step at a time. ]