[He buries his face against his father's chest - there's a painful, heart-wrenching sensation in his child-sized ribcage, which he stifles in silence. Had to soldier on and not-- not be a baby, even though...

Even though it made him happy.

When he could take no more, Nero pulled back to awkwardly straighten out his tunic, busying himself with staring downward - away from Vergil's gaze. Embarrassed and trying to look unaffected. As much as a child could, anyway.]

...W-we should bring back some flowers. For Raven, and Uncle Dante...