[Normally, spending the night with Mizu means a later start to his day. Or, well, a later official start to his day. Both of them still wake around the same time as they would without the other, but Vergil's tendency is to linger with Mizu in bed for just a little longer. He needn't come up with excuses for it, of course, but he supplies her with a seemingly endless list of them anyways. None of them are believable as viable reasons to loiter about in bed, and whatever arguments she makes are just as flimsy as his excuses. But this morning, he woke to a message from Nero that he hardly knows how to process beyond feeling his heart drop to his stomach.]
[He knew better than to believe that Kyrie's ignorance would last long. Nero is nothing if not honest, and she would want answers from Nero to questions she likely hadn't felt comfortable prying into during her time with Vergil sooner rather than later. But still, an uneasiness settled over him quickly alongside a destroyed, stupid hope that he might have had a little longer with her before needing to delve into such matters.]
[He stays in bed only long enough for Mizu's eyes to also open. Much as he doesn't need to explain the reasons for staying in bed, neither does he really need to explain why he must go this morning, but he does anyways. She understood and he drew some comfort from that understanding, but it dissipated before the train even reached the mountains.]
[He's frozen now. Just outside the front door, hand slightly raised from by his side to reach for the doorknob. He flexes his fingers a few times, trying to will his arm to raise just a little further so he can get his hand on the doorknob and then he can set about willing his legs to move forward and take those steps forward. Nothing really works as far as tricking himself into doing it, not even trying to assure himself that he may still yet possess a few hours because Kyrie isn't likely awake yet given that she was seemingly coming down with a cold and whatever...the night's activities entailed. It's frustrating if not altogether maddening just how difficult the task of opening the door feels. Vergil glares at the doorknob as though it committed some sort of personal offense towards him before closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath. Holding it for a just a second or two, Vergil opens his eyes and slowly lets the breath go as he opens the door and steps inside to the quiet house.]
[Looking across from the entryway to the other side of the living room, he sees that Nero's (and now Kyrie's) bedroom door is closed. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he steps into the living room with the intention of turning towards his own bedroom except... Vergil stops where he is. There's a pair of eyes on him. He stands ramrod straight and still save the slight turn of his head. She's not in his peripheral vision, but he knows she's standing there somewhere in vicinity of the kitchen.]
[He walks to the couch rather than his bedroom, setting Yamato to lean against it before turning towards kitchen. Vergil looks at the floor rather than into the kitchen proper, resting his hand on the back of the couch, brushing and picking at imaginary dirt to keep from fidgeting any further.]
morning after arrival
[He knew better than to believe that Kyrie's ignorance would last long. Nero is nothing if not honest, and she would want answers from Nero to questions she likely hadn't felt comfortable prying into during her time with Vergil sooner rather than later. But still, an uneasiness settled over him quickly alongside a destroyed, stupid hope that he might have had a little longer with her before needing to delve into such matters.]
[He stays in bed only long enough for Mizu's eyes to also open. Much as he doesn't need to explain the reasons for staying in bed, neither does he really need to explain why he must go this morning, but he does anyways. She understood and he drew some comfort from that understanding, but it dissipated before the train even reached the mountains.]
[He's frozen now. Just outside the front door, hand slightly raised from by his side to reach for the doorknob. He flexes his fingers a few times, trying to will his arm to raise just a little further so he can get his hand on the doorknob and then he can set about willing his legs to move forward and take those steps forward. Nothing really works as far as tricking himself into doing it, not even trying to assure himself that he may still yet possess a few hours because Kyrie isn't likely awake yet given that she was seemingly coming down with a cold and whatever...the night's activities entailed. It's frustrating if not altogether maddening just how difficult the task of opening the door feels. Vergil glares at the doorknob as though it committed some sort of personal offense towards him before closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath. Holding it for a just a second or two, Vergil opens his eyes and slowly lets the breath go as he opens the door and steps inside to the quiet house.]
[Looking across from the entryway to the other side of the living room, he sees that Nero's (and now Kyrie's) bedroom door is closed. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he steps into the living room with the intention of turning towards his own bedroom except... Vergil stops where he is. There's a pair of eyes on him. He stands ramrod straight and still save the slight turn of his head. She's not in his peripheral vision, but he knows she's standing there somewhere in vicinity of the kitchen.]
[He walks to the couch rather than his bedroom, setting Yamato to lean against it before turning towards kitchen. Vergil looks at the floor rather than into the kitchen proper, resting his hand on the back of the couch, brushing and picking at imaginary dirt to keep from fidgeting any further.]
He said you wished to hear me out.