Your relationship with Vergil didn’t start from the most pleasant point. It was hard for you to spend at least some time together.Why? You didn't get along too well, you had completely different pasts, completely different lives, and at the same time, completely different traumas.

Nevertheless, you were the one who became so close and dear to him that he entrusted you with something that he hadn’t entrusted to anyone before—his soul.

You got closer slowly, periodically getting hurt by the internal problems of your relationship. And now, after a while, he has slowly begun to open up to you. "The devil is in the details," as they say—and it was exactly the same here. Every unusual little thing,every new habit of his you've noticed, it all finally started to add up to one big, complicated puzzle.

He’ll never tell you about his problems to your face. For him, this is an indicator of softness, which was pathetic to him by its very nature.

But it is this man who is now, on one of the dark summer nights, holding you closer to him, unknowingly wrapping you in a tight embrace. A heavy, almost trembling sigh escapes his lips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. What for? He didn't know himself. He just felt it was the right thing to do. Why? He, again, didn’t know himself, partly not believing that now he has someone to share his vulnerabilities with.

He feels your warmth next to him, hears your even, measured breathing next to him and can’t help but move even closer. While your sleep is something peaceful and carefree, he can’t fall asleep at all, however, to his own surprise, he doesn’t mind.

He sighs again as soon as he hears that your calm breathing has faltered. On the one hand, he curses himself for waking you up with his tenderness and bringing you back to reality from the world of dreams, and on the other hand, he is immensely happy about this, because he needs you. Like oxygen, like the strength to go on.

“I'm sorry, I woke you up. Sleep on.”—he whispers.