T.W. Mentions of homophobia/misgendering someone, and A Panic Attack (It's kind of half written, I suppose, I don't know?)

Virgil slowly woke up to light filtering into the room, his legs were still draped across Logan's, and he was leaning against Roman, with Roman's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, making it difficult for him to move. Patton was the other side of Logan, curled against his side, clinging to Logan's torso like a koala.

He looked to the band on his wrist, and sighed, he really ought change it. His gaze then focused on his clothes, and he craved the warmth of his hoodie, not the black blazer type jacket he had worn the day before. Yes, it looked good, but it was only good for his self-esteem when he was having a more androgynous day.

His eyes scanned the room, trying to locate his bag, where the rest of his bands were, and the rest of his clothes. When he finally located it, he felt his stomach drop. It was on the other side of the room, and there would be no way to get it with Roman holding him the way he was.

"Ro?" Virgil spoke up, trying not to wake up his other two boyfriends. He squirmed in Roman's hold, and felt the cold claws of anxiety creeping up on him, ready to crush his chest, and make it hard to breath.

"Ro, please, wake up, or loosen your grip. Please." In response, it felt as though Roman's grip tightened, and Virgil didn't know how much longer he could take being in his hold.

During his squirming about, he'd kicked Logan, who had woken up, in turn, waking up Patton. Virgil hadn't realised he'd woken his boyfriends, and continued to try and pry Roman's hands from him, his breathing growing more and more sporadic.

His movements paused slightly when he felt the carpet, instead of Logan's legs, but the slight confusion didn't last, his mind was reeling, and it didn't take long for the feeling of Roman's hands on his waist to sink back in, and he was lost in his anxiety again.

His hands gripped Roman's wrists, trying to get him to wake up and let go, but he had no luck. He whimpered, and it took what little control over himself he had left not to cry out, and make more noise than he already was.

"Virge, listen to me, you're okay, it's okay." A voice spoke to him, but in his anxious state, he didn't know who was talking to him, nor did he care, not until he was let go of.

"Let go." He whimpered, and tried to escape the vice-like grip.

He felt Roman's arms loosen slightly, and before he had space to leave, he was on his feet, and rushed to the corner of the room, not caring about anything else. He needed to breath, and he needed time away.

The breathing pattern. He told himself. What was it? In for 8, hold for 4, out for 7? In for 7, hold for 8 out for 4? He didn't know, and not knowing didn't help him calm down.

"In for four, hold for seven, out for eight." A voice reminded him, and he tried to reach out for them, but he couldn't seem to find where they were.

He felt a weight in his hand, and it helped remind him that he wasn't alone in his room, after his mother had insulted him, once more, he was in his boyfriend's bedroom, and they were there with him.

After multiple failed attempts at his breathing pattern, he finally calmed down, and his breathing had finally regulated.

He looked up to see who was there with him, and he smiled sadly at Logan, who was still holding his hand, trying to make sure he was okay.

"Thanks." He finally managed out, and Logan squeezed his hand, and smiled back at him.

"Are you alright?"

"I am now." He nodded, glancing to his side, noticing his bag was right next to him. He rummaged around, and pulled out the tub with his bands in, and replaced the green one with the orange one.

"He/Him?" Logan questioned, making sure he wasn't going to misgender him.

"Yeah." Virgil nodded, and smiled weakly, pulling Logan in for a hug. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I don't know. Being so difficult to manage at times."

"You are not difficult to manage, and even if you were, it would not matter, I love you, and I will do all I can to ensure you are comfortable." Logan pressed a kiss to his forehead, and Virgil smiled.

"Okay. May I kiss you?"

"You may." Logan smiled, and let Virgil close the gap between them, knowing how he could get after an attack.

The kiss was slow, and slightly uncertain, but it was enough to reassure Virgil that he didn't do anything wrong, and that he was loved no matter what.

Soon after they parted, Patton walked over, and sat next to him, pulling him into a side hug, trying to make sure he was okay, without being too overbearing.

"I feel bad." Virgil spoke, looking over at Roman, who was now cuddling a pillow. "I shouldn't freak out when he holds me like that, it's his thing, and I wish I could get used to it."

"It's fine, Virge, you shouldn't have to put up with something you don't like." Patton smiled, and held him closer. "He understands what you're like, and he won't be too hurt by it."

"You sure?" He asked, fiddling with the orange band.

"I'm sure, you're still his amazing boyfriend, whether you like tight hugs or not." Patton smiled, reaching over to lace his fingers with Virgil's.

"Okay." Virgil nodded, leaning against Logan, letting him run his fingers through Virgil's hair, smiling as he leaned into the touch.

Patton leaned against Virgil slightly, and smiled as he squeezed his hand, reassuring him it was okay.

The three stayed that way for a while longer, happy to spend time with one another, all the while secretly hoping Roman would soon wake up, since they were hungry.

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