As much as he wanted to argue with her, he wanted to erase the fissure between him and Vergil more. His enthusiasm for what they were supposed to have been doing was only dampened under his vast disappointment, hurt and anger, and her words tugged at his chest.

Being told it was okay was more helpful than she knew. His hand tightened around hers.

"Maybe." Something in his chest caught at the rest of her admission. "Then I'll stay. In the house even, if he lets me."