[ and dante's noticed the change, watched as his twin has gotten closer inch by agonizing inch during these last months. it's been relieving, a solid sort of proof that he has vergil again, that he isn't alone in this world, that he's whole.

he doesn't seem to care how dangerously close their connection gets with each passing day, in fact, he seems to revel in it. ]

'm not worried. I know you'll find a good frame to keep her safe once all the festivities have died down and you've got your precious silence back. [ dante grins, almost poking fun at his dear brother. ] Thanks for putting up with all of this, by the way. I know you're not the party type but...

[ he takes a deep breath in and shifts closer to vergil, reaching up to run an affectionate hand through his brother's hair. ]

It means a lot that you indulged them. [ the desert boys, of course. ] But don't you worry, [ the hand in his brother's hair slides down until it's pressed against his cheek, something unbearably fond stretching across his features. ] You're always gonna be my favorite.

[ not that vergil is jealous, oh no, he would never be jealous of the red idiot and the stray cat he somehow managed to pick up off the side of the street. he pats vergil's cheek, a toothy grin replacing that painfully fond look. ]

Yeah, guess we will. You'll definitely get the flow of it back, muscle memory won't fail you.