[Not all of the words he hears make sense to him, but they still hold significance. Something happened, enough to crack into Vergilius' heart. Did it have anything to do with that gray-haired girl he saw with him in the mall? Was it something else?
Vergilius can't let go. Daan probably can't either, even if it is to hide away somewhere.
He hesitates; it's easy to slip back into the weight of his own gloom. It's always been easy, but he tries to fight it. Even a little.
So Daan reaches up, placing his hand over Vergilius'.]
Then know that no matter what, you're worth it to me.
Even... if you can't find that worth. Because I can.
["I can list the ways and worth you are to me with ease."]
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Vergilius can't let go. Daan probably can't either, even if it is to hide away somewhere.
He hesitates; it's easy to slip back into the weight of his own gloom. It's always been easy, but he tries to fight it. Even a little.
So Daan reaches up, placing his hand over Vergilius'.]
Then know that no matter what, you're worth it to me.
Even... if you can't find that worth. Because I can.
["I can list the ways and worth you are to me with ease."]