Roman frowned. He hadn't seen Virgil eat in a while, and it was starting to worry him. But, he decided let him eat when he felt hungry, he didn't want to force him to do anything. He helped Patton serve out the pancakes and gave one to Logan, and grabbed one for himself. "You could at least take your feet off of the table, this is no way a prince should eat his pattoncakes," he eyed Virgil, concern still in his eyes, but trying to act like himself so that Virgil didn't know he was on to him.
Virgil rolled his eyes and took his feet off the table. "Of course, your majesty." He bowed with a dramatic flourish before continuing his tapping. Patton ate his pancake cheerfully, pretty oblivious to just about everything at the moment. He was humming some upbeat tune to himself. "So, what's happening today? Anything I need to stress over?"
Roman glanced at Virgil, but then said, "Nope! All is well, pops." He smiled. "How about you, Virgil?" He asked, seemingly innocently but his voice was laced with slight suspicion.
"…Hmm?" Virgil glanced up. He'd zoned out during the conversation and got snapped out of his daze by Roman's voice. "Yeah, good. Feeling fine…" He yawned and put his hood up, leaning back in his chair again. His stomach had given up growling, it seemed, but the painful emptiness was getting stronger. Virgil was weak and tired from not eating, but he always passed it off as not having slept well the night before.
Logan cut in. "Well, my day's been quite adequate, so far," he said blankly. Roman eyed him as if to say, well, that's good for you, and focused his attention back on Virgil. His skin was paler than ever, and he was shivering. He wasn't alright. He couldn't be. Roman set down his fork, unable to continue eating, a little less than half of his pancake left.
"That's great, Logie!" Patton said cheerfully. "I'm glad everyone's doing good." Virgil just nodded silently.
He was starting to see stars, but he ignored them. He was quite used to their presence by now.
Roman pushed his leftover pancake over to Virgil. "You sure you don't want any? I'm not very hungry anymore, I can at least save mine for you."
Virgil shook his head. "I'm okay… I'll just go." He stood up and pushed his chair in before he started swaying. His vision was starting to fade and he gripped the back of the chair for support.
"Virgil? You okay?" Patton asked, gaining no response.
Roman sighed. "Sit back down, Virgil. You don't need to go anywhere." His voice was serious now, but still full of concern.
"You are obviously unwell, Virgil. What is troubling you?" Logan asked.
"Nothing. I'm… f-fine…" Virgil's voice trailed off as he collapsed, falling to the ground. Patton's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands, emitting a small noise of distress.
"Virgil!" Roman wasn't able to catch him before he fell but was there less than a second later, lifting him up off the ground. He hadn't noticed it the night before, but it was shocking how light he was. He brought him to his room and put him down on his bed, seeing that his chest was moving up and down. "He's alright," he sputtered. "He just passed out. He's fine." He was trying to reassure himself of that more than anyone else.
Patton had followed Roman up of course and kept checking to make sure Virgil was breathing and his heart was beating. He kept wailing in distress and pacing the room while Logan tried to reason with him and get him relax. Virgil only stayed unconscious for a minute or two before he blearily turned his eyes to Roman standing beside him. "H-Hey, Ro…" He said tiredly.
"Hey, Virg.." he smiled. "How are you feeling?" He gently swept Virgil's bangs out of his face. Thank God, he thought.
"M'alright…" Virgil flinched when Patton yelled his name and hugged him tightly.
"Oh my god, never scare us like that again, please, I was so worried, and-" Logan pulled him away, figuring Virgil needed some space. Virgil didn't seem to be opposed to Roman being right there, though. "I'm okay, Princey…"
"I don't think you are.." he whispered, so that Logan or Patton couldn't hear. "You need to eat. Please." He crouched down beside him.
Virgil looked away and didn't respond. His hair fell into his eyes, which he ignored, of course. He fidgeted anxiously with his hands. Although he knew he was delaying the inevitable, he couldn't stand that look of genuine concern in Roman's eyes.
Roman sighed. "Look at me, Virgil." He stroked the hair out of his eyes once more. "I care about you. I want you to be healthy. Please, eat. For me." He pleaded.
"It's… it's not that simple…" Virgil's voice broke and faltered, though Roman was making it so he still couldn't look away. His eyes were shining and he blinked more frequently than normal.
"I know.." he laid his head on Virgil's chest, his arms wrapped around him, holding him close. Truly, he didn't know, but he still wanted to soothe Virgil. "I'll help you, okay?"
Virgil seemed unsure what to do when Roman hugged him. After a few seconds of hesitation, he tentatively wrapped his arms around Roman and drew in a wavering breath. Don't cry don't cry don't cry. A tear slipped down his pale cheek. Dammit.
Roman drew back slightly, one arm still around him as he wiped the tear from his face with one finger. "You'll be okay." He whispered.
Virgil rubbed at his eyes with one hand and gave a small nod, afraid that speaking would cause him to just burst out crying. Just Roman's gentle voice was enough to make him want to start sobbing, honestly, but he was biting his lip hard to try and keep himself under control.
He unwrapped from around Virgil and stood. "Can you sit up?" He asked gently, settling beside him on the bed.
"I think so…" He said quietly in a strained voice, forcing himself into a sitting position. He held his throbbing head with one hand and grimaced.
((I've got to go for the night, I'll be back to rp in the morning))
