Vergil was never a fan of hugs. He spent most of his life in the depths of hell, destroying demons or being tortured. So it wasn't that hugs repelled him, he didn't understand them. And he almost never hugged.

But, only on the worst days, when you felt terrible and were on edge he could agree to a hug. By some miracle it always calmed you down, and though he's half-demon, he's not a heartless creature and your sad face clearly doesn't give him pleasure. Today he came home and sensed something was wrong with you. Just a glance at you was enough to know you weren't feeling well.

So it was only when he entered the room that he sighed and silently opened his arms, which of course you took advantage of.

And then you were lounging on the couch and cuddling with Vergil. You were pressed against his chest and he nuzzled his nose into your hair. Vergil himself seemed to be enjoying it and even dozed off a little. You only pressed yourself harder against him. Getting comfortable at one point you heard a quiet vibrating purr that literally stopped immediately. You pulled away slightly and looked at Vergil. He opened his eyes and looked slightly confused.

«I didn't know I could do that...»