Vergil stood at the edge of the small, dimly lit inn room, arms crossed and eyes narrowing at the single bed like it had personally offended him.

“Tch. One bed.”

You didn’t say anything, what was there to say? It was late, the storm outside was relentless, and this was the only room left for miles. He exhaled through his nose, clearly annoyed but far too proud to complain aloud. Without another word, he removed his coat with a sharp tug and set Yamato against the nightstand, movements stiff and clipped.

The mattress dipped slightly as he sat down, deliberately taking the edge and facing away from you like it would somehow create more space.

You climbed in next to him, keeping to your side as much as possible. Still, the heat between your bodies was immediate and apparently, infuriating to him.

“This is… inconvenient,” he muttered.