You and Vergil were sat together on the couch of your living room, with you sat in between his legs, your back flush against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you ever closer while you were engrossed in a book. He moves his head down to bury his face into the crook of your neck, softly rubbing his nose and lips along the slope of it and inhaling deeply. Out of nowhere, his hand reaches up to grab the book from your grasp and toss it aside before his arm snakes back around your waist. He squeezes you tightly, he hums softly in protest against your shoulder before he speaks softly.

"... Pay attention to me."