TW- Mentions of Injuries, Eating Disorder

Logan couldn't seem to rid his face of the blush that had made its way across his porcelain cheeks. He had never really been complimented by anyone. Of course, he had been told he was rather intelligent, but that was the most praise he had ever received. A slight smile formed on Logan's face, prompting Virgil to mirror his smirk until the both of them were looking at each other and grinning like idiots.

Virgil broke the silence first. "Here, Lo, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" Logan nodded lightly. Virgil took a small towel and wet it in the sink, wringing it out before using it to wipe the dried blood coming from Logan's mouth. Logan winced at the contact. "Shh, I know it hurts, but I have to clean it or it'll get infected." Logan tried his best to remain somewhat still and quiet while Virgil finished cleaning his face. By the time he had finished, the only evidence of the assault on Logan's face was a deep blue bruise surrounding his eye, a few scattered bruises along his jaw, and a slightly swollen lip.

The next step was cleaning his body. Virgil paused for a moment, unsure of how to approach this without sounding like a total creep. He forced these thoughts out quickly though, realizing that Logan's safety comes before his discomfort. "Hey Lo?" Logan hummed in response. "I need to clean your other wounds." Logan looked at Virgil with a confused expression. "Okay? Go ahead." Virgil paused before he spoke. "I'm going to need you to take your shirt off." Logan froze in place. Endless thoughts swirled in his head, clouding his mind immediately. He didn't realize he was shaking until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Lo, I'm sorry if that freaked you out. I didn't mean it in any weird way, I just want to help you. I'm so sorry. I'm just.. I'm sorry." Logan's eyes met Virgil's and he snapped out of his foggy state. "No! No, Virgil, it's not your fault. Just.. don't worry about it." "How can I not worry about it Logan? You're shaking! I caused that." Logan grabbed onto Virgil's shoulders. "Virge, you didn't do anything. I just zoned out. It is completely alright, I am okay. Thank you for your concern." Virgil nodded slowly, processing what was just said. "So...do you want me to finish cleaning your wounds or do you want to do it yourself?" Logan answered much too quickly. "I can do it myself!" "Uh..okay. I'll just step out, I'll be outside whenever you're done." With that, Virgil walked out of the small bathroom and shut the door, leaving Logan alone with his thoughts. After sitting for a moment longer, Logan stood up shakily and pulled off his shirt. He winced at what he saw in the mirror. Sure, the endless cuts and bruises covering his torso were gross. Gruesome, even. But Logan was reacting not to the injuries, but rather his body itself. He touched his stomach lightly, wincing at the feeling of the fat on his stomach.

Logan found beauty in perfection. He always had been a perfectionist in everything he did. As he aged, he found that he also longed for a perfect body. His ideal body type did not match his own, thus causing him to see a distorted version of himself. A version that was never ideal.

Pushing these thoughts away as much as he could, Logan quickly cleaned the cuts scattering his body, bandaging a few. He put his shirt back on as quickly as he could before removing his pants. He cringed at his chubby thighs before cleaning his legs quickly as well. Once he was fully dressed again and somewhat composed, Logan left the room to find Virgil.

After wandering for about a minute, Logan came across a slightly ajar door with music flowing from the inside. He knocked lightly, waiting for a response from who he hoped was Virgil. A soft "come in" was heard, so Logan pushed open the door and slowly entered the room. Curled up on the bed was Virgil, his back facing Logan. Logan walked toward Virgil, only to hear an almost inaudible whimper. "Virgil, are you alright?" Virgil looked up at Logan, immediately answering Logan's question. Virgil had tears running down his cheeks and his expression was pained. Logan sat on the bed quickly, getting close to Virgil without touching him. "Is it alright if I touch you?" Virgil nodded. Logan rubbed Virgil's back in a comforting way until he calmed slightly. "Can you tell me what's wrong now?" A thick silence followed this question. Logan was about to apologize for asking when Virgil spoke up. "This is all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been hurt and you wouldn't have been freaked out in the bathroom and you wouldn't be dealing with my mess of a self. I'm just so sorry you had to deal with my stuff today, and I'm sorry that I got you so hurt and-" "Virgil, please stop." Virgil froze and looked at Logan. Virgil's mind was racing. Of course Logan would want him to stop talking. He talked too much as is. He was probably getting annoying. These thoughts filled his head until Logan continued. "None of this is your fault in any way. I chose to help you, not because I felt obligated but because you were being harassed and I couldn't stand by and let that happen. I protected you, but it is a fact that I didn't have to. I did it because I genuinely wanted to. The incident in the bathroom was entirely my fault, as I zoned out. And for the record, you are not a burden to me at all. I feel quite honored actually that you allowed me to protect you today. I quite enjoy your presence." Virgil sat completely still with wide eyes. The silence following his speech terrified Logan to the point of fleeing. "I am sorry if that was too much, Virgil. I'll let myself out." As Logan rose to leave, he felt a hand grab his wrist. When he turned around, he felt a body launch into his arms and hug him tightly. He immediately hugged back, relieved that Virgil wasn't freaked out by his rant. Virgil dug his head into Logan's neck as more tears continued to fall. Logan held him close.

Nothing could be heard except for Virgil's quiet sobs and the sweet whispers coming from Logan.