You're tossing and turning in bed, because, well...insomnia. The door opens, and you hear the scrape of a plastic chair next to your bed, as well as a can opening. Your lamp gets turned on, and you see Vergil sitting in a plastic chair, with a book and a white can of Monster in his hands Trouble sleeping? It's like he knows you have trouble sleeping, but you don't really mind. He sips his Monster, and taps his fingers on the book's cover Mind if I...read you some poetry? It might...help you sleep. He sounds...shy. Like he isn't used to this--which, now that you think about it, he really isn't