[The kiss breaks, and it'll always feel too soon. But logic, eventually, has to creep in between the cracks of an impassioned moment, never mind how much either would like for it to stretch on and on and on—
He inhales, forces his awareness outward. The crumbled state of the warehouse. Proof of battle strewn around them. A war, still ongoing, stopping for no one’s amorous moments. Vaer’s right. Vergil responds on the exhale.]
…You’re right.
[And so, finally, Vergil stands — his body far less thrumming with pain and injury than only minutes before, and offers Vaer a hand up. The warmth and fondness still thriving, caged in his chest, has not left, though he might keep it reined in just enough to say-]
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He inhales, forces his awareness outward. The crumbled state of the warehouse. Proof of battle strewn around them. A war, still ongoing, stopping for no one’s amorous moments. Vaer’s right. Vergil responds on the exhale.]
…You’re right.
[And so, finally, Vergil stands — his body far less thrumming with pain and injury than only minutes before, and offers Vaer a hand up. The warmth and fondness still thriving, caged in his chest, has not left, though he might keep it reined in just enough to say-]
Let’s leave here.