somehow somewhere in this trash of a building there is a clock. vergil knows that because it won't stop ticking. to his misery.
it's not loud or anything, but demon has demonic senses and vergil has a very on-guard state of self. so the ticking is making him even more restless. he tries to read, but the rhythm of the poetry is clashing horrendously with the rhythm of the clock.
having a type of clock that ticks mechanically in the age when digital ones exist (and vergil was in a mountain of learning new ways humans expanded digitally himself) seems unnecessary and also very on brand with dante. the man had a jukebox standing in the agency. some clients, and this was coming from dante himself, didn't even know those things were still used.
and all these thoughts keep littering vergils brain because of that awful ticking.
he should find it and put it down out of its misery with his own hands. but that would mean that it is genuinely bothering enough to move him from his place on a couch. and he won't loose to a fucking clock.
next time he will ask to join the crew on their mission. not because of the clock, obviously. that thing is nothing compared to what he has lived through. but maybe getting out of "devil may cry" agency once in a while will make him look less like he's on house arrest. which he is on, fairly.
the clock keeps existing and something tiny in vergil slips a thought into his brain that the hell was better than this. genuinely better.

by the time dante, trish and lady step into the building, vergil is rearranging furniture for the third time.
by the time a new client walks in with a job, a week later, vergil finds the damn piece of a time measurement and feels so fulfilled after smashing it on the ground that trish starts laughing out loud just by looking at him without even a hint of shame in her posture.
by the time thay decide who's going to be on the team for the job, vergil is the first one to volunteer.
by the time dante is smiling and making it a sibling duet, lady is smirking and collecting her fair profit from trish. they all should know better than to betting against her. the money she gathers is more than the poor clock costed her anyway.

вергилий сидит на домашнем аресте в агенстве данте после дмк5 как котенок которого просто оставляют дома и уходят на работу