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[Just because he has to say the truth doesn't mean he has to do it! So he's just sitting there looking grumpy.]

That's not happening.

[ okay he's laughing at that, but— ]

I'd like a hug myself, actually ]

[ a pause, then he adds ]

Maybe we should go back to the not saying anything plan.

It is a good plan. I might glue my mouth shut.

[But. He presses his lips together. Is it more or less awkward if he doesn't hug him now, after hearing that.

This sucks. It's probably more awkward not to. So he turns to pull Five into a hug against his chest.]

[ now he knows why everyone is always so surprised when he shows affection. He's surprised, but he doesn't want to DISCOURAGE Vergil, so he's going to be just as awkward and stand there unsure whether he should return it or not ]

. . .

Thanks?

[He does not need to return it that's fine. It only lasts a moment anyway.]

You said you wanted one.

I know, don't hold the truth effect against me.

You've been happy enough to do it to me.

[At least he sounds amused.]

I'm older than you, so I can do it.

Oh, is that how that works? Because you've had so many more life experiences in those extra years?

That's how it works because I said so.

I think I've discovered why you ended up in a pubescent child's body.

[ holy shit. He can't believe it's vergil's turn for sick burns ]

Jesus. I don't know if I'm insulted or proud.

You really walked yourself right into it for me, I can't take any credit.

Fair enough.

I'll still consider it your victory just this once. And either way, I've been going easy on you - I've only asked you about things I'm concerned about.

So it doesn't count.

It definitely counts. That's hardly a free pass.

Fine. How about we blame both your issues and my increasingly embarrassing desire and acceptance for physical comfort on Lahabrea and Emet-Selch and decide never to talk about either of those ever again?

That isn't the source of my issues.

......But we can pretend it is so we don't have to talk about it.

It's fine, we're blaming them regardless of actual involvement. I mean, Emet-Selch is only the cause for the acceptance of physical comfort for me anyway, not the desire.

[ a pause ]

I'm going to go get coffee.

Well of course, we have that in common, it's the loneliness.

[Why does this keep happening.]

...Please do.

I'm starting to consider we really should get a contract to force us to stay silent until this is gone.

You couldn't have suggested that earlier?

It could be potentially inconvenient if we, you know, end up in a game and need to be able to speak.

Somehow I doubt that will happen while all this is going on. At the worst, even if we can't speak, we can write, can't we?

I suppose. But I'm still not willing to risk it.

I can make one to force silence on you if you would rather, though.

It's fine... I plan to stay here and not have to worry about it. At least you already know my secrets.

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