[ There is, in fact, no response that could adequately chill Nero out right now. No possible amalgamation of 'my blood sugar was low' or 'Nico told me you like grape soda, so I got you some, although I'm concerned for what this implies about your mental state' could bring a stop to the low roar of tangled abandonment issues that just got woken up in Nero's chest. Is it fair? Nah. Is it happening anyway? Yeah, unfortunately.
But then V's serene, knowing face falters like suddenly he isn't so sure, and he looks down towards the cup, and then... ]
Oh. [ Nero's pretty sure his heart makes an audible noise. Somewhere between a rubber chicken scream and glass shattering. ]
That's... [ Dial up tones, while Nero stares at the cup and then V's face, visibly touched and then in a slow, gathering slide, becoming aware of the slight scene he's causing by hesitating. ] Thanks. You didn't-- didn't have to. [ Yeah, he definitely didn't, which is why Nero's anger has dissipated along with his dignity.
By the time he finally takes a step back, his cheeks have a faint pink at the heights of them. ] Hey, yeah, I'll just-- here-- [ He's taking the cup from you, V, in case the disjointed gesturing wasn't making that clear enough. Nero falls back towards the van, and finally remembers that he's still holding the bag of shit from the corner store.
He holds it aloft as he steps up the brief stairs into it, holds it out for V as V follows. ] Alright fine, guess you earned these fucking things. I won't even skim any off the top for payment, now.
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! ! ! that is the cutest goddamn thing i've ever seen
But then V's serene, knowing face falters like suddenly he isn't so sure, and he looks down towards the cup, and then... ]
Oh. [ Nero's pretty sure his heart makes an audible noise. Somewhere between a rubber chicken scream and glass shattering. ]
That's... [ Dial up tones, while Nero stares at the cup and then V's face, visibly touched and then in a slow, gathering slide, becoming aware of the slight scene he's causing by hesitating. ] Thanks. You didn't-- didn't have to. [ Yeah, he definitely didn't, which is why Nero's anger has dissipated along with his dignity.
By the time he finally takes a step back, his cheeks have a faint pink at the heights of them. ] Hey, yeah, I'll just-- here-- [ He's taking the cup from you, V, in case the disjointed gesturing wasn't making that clear enough. Nero falls back towards the van, and finally remembers that he's still holding the bag of shit from the corner store.
He holds it aloft as he steps up the brief stairs into it, holds it out for V as V follows. ] Alright fine, guess you earned these fucking things. I won't even skim any off the top for payment, now.