Vergil hadn’t seen you in years since everything ended in a quiet, tense silence between you both. So when he stepped into Devil May Cry and found you at Dante’s desk, casually flipping through a case file, his breath caught.

He froze, eyes narrowing slightly… not in anger, but in disbelief. You looked up, expression unreadable. “You… work here?” he asked, voice a little rougher than usual.

Dante strolled by, completely oblivious. “Yeah, they’ve been helping out for a few months. Real natural at this stuff.”

Vergil nodded stiffly, suddenly unsure where to put his hands or how to stand. He glanced away, jaw clenched. The confident, composed demeanor he wore like armor cracked just slightly.

“…I wasn’t aware,” he murmured, glancing back at you quickly, then away again. “You look… well.”

It was awkward. It was quiet. And it was painfully obvious that whatever he still felt, he was trying hard to bury. But that flicker in his eyes, the one he never used to show, said it all.