"Shit place." Vergil mutters to himself as he leans against the balcony railing, with a cigarette dangling between his fingers. The wind hits his bare chest, causing a slight shiver. He had just woken up, but he was already in a terrible mood. He hears your footsteps behind him and sighs.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early." he says, without turning to face you. Christ, he knows how to feel your concern firsthand. And that irritates him deeply. "I'm fine, okay? Just go back to sleep."