@Fraust
"I like it." Virgil turned in a circle to examine himself. The hoodie was red and white, which again, wasn't his normal style, but it was nice anyways. "Mine's kinda old, sorry. I wear it all the time."
"I like it." Virgil turned in a circle to examine himself. The hoodie was red and white, which again, wasn't his normal style, but it was nice anyways. "Mine's kinda old, sorry. I wear it all the time."
Roman shrugged, the corners of his mouth turned up. "That just makes it even more special." He stood up. "Let's go show Patton and Logan. If you're ready, of course."
"Okay." Virgil went over to Roman and hesitantly reached out to hold his hand. He glanced up at Roman to see if he was okay with it.
Roman looked at him and nodded, entwining their fingers tightly.
Virgil let Roman lead him downstairs to where Patton and Logan were.
"Oh. My. God. You two are adorable!!" Patton squealed upon seeing them, hitting Logan's arm to get his attention.
Roman flushed bright pink. "What can I say, his hoodie is really comfortable."
Logan turned around. "Very cute," he said, mostly going along with it for Patton's sake. Though they did look adorable.
Virgil blushed as well, staying quiet and close to Roman after he muttered a 'thanks'. "I didn't know you wore hoodies, Roman!" Patton grinned, making breakfast.
Roman shrugged. "It's new. Not my usual style, but very comfortable and warm. Especially since it's Virgil's." He glanced over at Virgil, grinning.
Virgil just silently nodded and fidgeted with the sleeves of Roman's hoodie. "Well, I'm making muffins this morning. What kind would you like?"
"Banana nut, please." He lead Virgil to the couch and sat down, squeezing Virgil's hand . "Would you like to try and eat one?" He asked, tilting his head.
"I'm okay…" Virgil huddled up against Roman's side, hugging his stomach. "I had cookies yesterday."
Roman frowned. "That's hardly enough, but we can try again later, okay?" He soothed softly.
Virgil nodded and put his hood up. "I'm… I'm trying, but I can't keep it down…"
"I know." He pressed his head against Virgil's. "It's not your fault. We'll go a bit at a time, until eventually you can eat normally, okay?"
He nodded again. "It kinda is my fault, though, but now I can't even control it…"
"Don't be so hard on yourself." Roman kissed him on the cheek. "It's okay now."
"But I have to be hard on myself… I deserve it. I don't deserve all your help." Virgil fidgeted anxiously with his hands.
"But you do deserve it! Virgil, though you may have started it, you don't have to fix it on your own. We're here for you." Roman whispered softly, pressing against Virgil.
"W-Why do I deserve it, though? I've just screwed everything up. I've done nothing to deserve help." He tugged on the hoodie strings a bit to hide himself more.
"You don't need to do anything to deserve help," Roman whispered encouragingly. "We love you and would do anything to help you, no matter what you've done."
Virgil glanced up at Roman, still not seeming convinced. "But… why? I… I-I hurt Thomas… I hurt you."
"Virgil, that doesn't matter." Roman kissed him gingerly on the forehead. "We've all hurt each other. But we forgive each other, right? Now, stop worrying."
"Sorry, worrying is kinda my thing…" Virgil drew his knees up to his chest and sighed.
"Don't apologize. It's okay." Roman cursed himself in his head at his words. How could he tell him to stop worrying? He's anxiety. He couldn't think of anything better to say, though.
Virgil nodded and crossed his arms over his knees, hiding his face in them. "It's really hard to relax… I'm… I'm trying, though…"
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