[ maybe he is touched starved and doesn't realize it, maybe dante's just as starved but doesn't talk about it and instead does whatever he can to get his hands on vergil, to drown himself in gentle touches as often as he can. ]

Sounds good to me. [ they go together or not at all. that's the decision dante made on top of the qliphoth that day when they left nero behind to take care of things. he knew vergil didn't need him, not to cut down the tree, but he wasn't going to let him do it alone. not again.

he withdraws his fingers, hand moving back up toward his brother's shoulders as dante finally clears as much as he possibly can from vergil's hair. he'll need a shower to get rid of the rest, but that is a problem for later when dante finally decides to let vergil go from his grip. it might not be for a moment, however, as the devil hunter finds himself comfortable and content with vergil on top of him like this. ]

That's what training is for, Vergil. [ his shoulders are tense. dante hums faintly, a hand resting on the nape of his neck. ] As long as you can swing it without cutting off your own hand you'll be fine. The rest will come back eventually.