The room had quieted the moment the others left. Dante’s laughter fading down the hall, Nero’s boots echoing behind him, even Lady’s sharp voice growing distant.

Now, it was just you and Vergil.

Silence sat thick between you, heavy and oddly expectant. Vergil stood near the edge of the room, arms crossed tightly like it would hold in whatever thoughts were trying to claw their way out. You felt his eyes on you. Then off you. Then back again.

When you glanced up from your phone, you caught him looking. He immediately looked away.

His fingers twitched at his sleeves, adjusting the cuffs of his coat for the third time in under a minute. He cleared his throat quietly, like he didn’t want you to hear it but you did. He shifted on his feet. Stared at the floor. Glanced at you again.

Still nothing.