[ This sounds like a confession on Verso’s part, and while he’d been quite convinced such was the case, he recalls his lover swearing that there was nothing there. Vanitas must be blind to it in all his self loathing, he thinks. Still, his brow only subtly ticks upward while listening.

Their experiences certainly have been different. Rather than saving Vincent, his lover has attempted to cause him trouble around every bend, from heartache to physical harm.

Such might have earned a sigh from him, but Vero’s gesture would lead him to silence, instead. Mismatched eyes search between those of other’s man, deeply interested in knowing why. After all, he’d lived his life in pursuit of death, himself. ]

… I could see that. Despite what he’ll have anyone believe, Vanitas has considerable goodness in his heart. [ Idly, his finger taps the rim of his glass. ] In that way, he’ll always be more than I deserve… but he does make me believe that I have potential. In return, I only hope that I can make him recognize his own worth, and how very precious he is.

[ A light clearing of the throat, which he will aid with a touch of his drink. ]

It sounds as though he’s become quite the good friend to you, though, mm?