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It's not unusual for Dante to be gone for days if not weeks if he takes on a big job, and dating you somehow made him more interested with the concept of financial stability than ever before. Almost a year of paying his bills and having running water and electricity, Lady and Trish still had a hard time believing that it was happening.
But you were often left alone for weeks with no one to hold and to hold you back, and some days the empty feeling would hit you harder than it usually did. Thankfully, your genius mind had developped a master plan. Unethical to some? Maybe. But desperate times, desperate measures.
So one day you ended up confidently strutting towards Vergil, who was simply sitting on the couch of the office, reading an obscure old looking book, probably more fancy poetry that you had a hard time understanding.
"Let's make a deal."
He doesn't even lift his head up.
"No."
"Are you kidding me? I haven't even told you anything yet!"
"You starting a sentence with "let's make a deal" could never end up well for either of us [Y/N]."
"Well... how would you know anyway? You think you got me all figured out or something? Ooh look at me I'm mister Broody McPants brooding in my corner turning down everyon-"
"Fine. What's your deal then?"
You're stopped in your tracks and go silent for a few seconds. He looks up at you expecting an answer now, clearly unimpressed by your taunting.
"Uh.. Cuddles?"
"What?"
"I mean, platonic? Big capital P platonic cuddles, just two bros helping eachother out in these trying times? Please?"
He doesn't even bother with answering you and turns his attention back to his book.
"Come on at least say something?"
Still no answer.
"I mean... I just miss Dante. That's all. Dude's been gone for almost two weeks, he never answers my texts or when he does it's two days later, so I miss it, and when I text him back he does it all over again, and I get it, killing demons and all probably has him with his hands full but would it kill him to answer a text within a socially acceptable time frame? Well... maybe... Or maybe not? I've seen you guys stab eachother then eat dinner together on the same day what are you even made out of-"
"I think that's enough rambling, [Y/N]. Can't you just wait?"
"I uh.. I guess I could... Yeah... That was stupid. Nevermind then.."
He sighs and throws his book down on the coffee table, then stands up, grabbing you by the shoulder as you were turning around to walk away.
"Do you really miss that idiot so much?"
"Yeah. You don't?"
"No. Not like that at least... Just come here."
It doesn't last long but he hugs you tight enough for you to hear his hearbeat for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. It was going at a much faster rate than you thought it would. Probably because you pissed him off.
But what you'll never know and what he'll never tell is how much he wished you'd long for him instead of his brother.