Danteâs brows went up again, this time in tandem with the way he rudely pointed at Vergil with yet another stolen fry from his plate.
âWell, at least I know you werenât in my dressers,â he said, leaning back to drape his arm along the back of the booth seat. âBecause I rarely wear tightie whities, or any other underwear for that matter. So that gets a pass. I guess. Pretty fucking weird that we even had to go over that though, just by the way. Which reminds me, I totally forgot underwear today.â
He leaned forward again, helping himself to the straw in Vergilâs drink with a new, less amused set to his jaw..
âA year,â he said finally, still leaning on the table, folding his arms on it to mirror his brother. âTell me the efficient ways you researched me then. You hit up the girls I was seeing? Go to my bars? Watch me while I walked around and did my thing? Or did you hack me and spy on me from the comfort of your mansion or some shit?âÂ
âYeah, weird that you mention that being weird, then going on to knock that up a notch,â Vergil pointed out dryly.
He was deflecting. But so was Dante. And then came the hard-hitting questions.
His first reaction was irritation. And then good old-fashioned defensiveness. But Vergil only narrowed his eyes, like a suspicious cat, and marked his words carefully. âYou sound upset,â he pointed out, quite sure that his brother was exactly that. âLook. I asked around. Had people keep tabs on you. Iâve got a network of eyes and ears in every corner of every dimension you can imagine. Are you going to tell me I didnât have the right to make sure my twin brother was safe? That he was doing alright?â
âThere was a personal aspect to it, too,â he added, his jaw tight as he resisted the urge to rap his fingers irritatedly against the linoleum surface. âI didnât know anything about you. We didnât grow up with one another. We didnât grow up like the other. I wanted to know the kind of person you were. If I could trust you. If I wanted to trust you. Youâre a guy with some fucked up habits, but your priorities are right. And knowing that, I knew when to approach you. How to approach you. And Iâm not going to apologize for that.âÂ
He frowned deeper. âAre you going to be mad at me about that, or are you going to take the rest of my fries as a peace offering?â Â