I'm not gonna sugarcoat anything you've done. And I don't know all of it, but I can imagine. Killing someone's sibling, spouse, or child -- they all had a home, all had lives. And I've got my own guilt I need to answer for.

[This isn't the smartest, and he knows it. It's fine, he's fine being a supportive friend, it's fine and he's still finding new things he likes and admires about Vergilius anyway.

He leans in, pressing his lips to the other man's brow, just enough self-control to not go for the complete plunge.]

That doesn't also undo the good you've done. Call it a bias, but that's what how I think.