[So far so good? Oh nuh uh, Mr. Deflect With Jokes, you don't get to lay this on him and then dance away from it like it didn't happen.

Nero is still and quiet until Dante lets him go, still looking at him with those big ol' emotive eyes, still obviously welling up. He doesn't rise to the bait about his potty mouth (guilty as charged,) and instead, gently smirks.]

Always wanted to hear you say that. [That you're proud of him, Dante, not the fucking critique on his motherfucking vocabulary and word choice.] I always hoped-

[With a little exhale, he glances aside and quickly swipes at his eyes. No tears here, no sir. But also, looking away makes it a little easier to say what he's thinking.]

However... fucked up the whole thing is, with everything that happened? I'm happy you're my uncle.