Patton hurried over to Roman's side and began to softly tell him to follow him in this breathing technique and eventually he could breath a little more clearly and wiped away the tears that slid down his face, he quietly told Patton that he was sorry for shoving him. Logan stood and fixed his tie before clearing his throat, "Will you listen to us now Roman?" The man in question just nodded but didn't look up from the floor as everyone gathered around and got comfortable. Deceit grunted softly as he sat down on the couch and Remus joined him, sitting onto the arm of the greenish couch and glared at his brother. He didn't want to forgive his brother for that low blow he just pulled. "We want you to get help, Roman, because we don't want to lose you as well." Deceit muttered and placed his bowler hat on his lap and messed with it slightly, remembering the devastating call they got at 3 in the morning.
"De can you make the ringing stop?" Remus muttered as he rolled over and covered his head with the pillow, they both laid in the bed comfortably against one another. Deceit let out an annoyed sigh as he lean over and grabbed their old styled phone "Hello?" His voice was deep and groggy, "Yes, this is he." Deceit sat up and the blanket rolled off of his bare chest revealing that his scales didn't just reside on his face. He furrowed his brow and shifted a bit more asking the person "What?" Remus sat up, he had a look of concern on his face as he tried to listen to the conversation. "Yes, we'll be right there." Deceit hung up the phone and quickly threw the blankets off of his naked body, rushing to grab some clothes "Get dressed." "Babe?" Remus asked him, tilting his head like a confused puppy would "What's wrong?" He stood from the bed ignoring the cold chill that clung to his body and began to throw on a simple T-shirt and a pair of sweats. "It's Virgil..." Deceit trailed off as he looked around for his shoes, his movements slightly more rushed. "What about him?" Remus handed Deceit his shoes and grabbed their cellphones. "Hospital." Was all he got as an answer when they rushed out their front door and raced off to the hospital where they learn the sad, painful truth.
Deceit blinked away the memory and let out a breath, "Roman, I know it seems like we don't care what happened to Virgil but believe me, it haunts us to this very day. If I could go back and get him help I would, I'd do it in a heartbeat!" He looked up, the light gleaming against his snake eye. Roman was looking at him as he spoke, surprised he was speaking the truth for so long as it usually pained the man greatly.
"Can you try?"
Roman looked down at the carpet and furrowed his brow in thought. He had always been afraid to get help because if they talk him through the pain then he'll just lose Virgil completely.
If he's happy again...
He clenched his fists and grit his teeth before he let out a breath and just nodded, "Okay, you win." He felt tired; tired of fighting against them. Patton smiled and carefully hugged Roman before telling him that they had booked him to meet with a therapist tomorrow morning at 10 a.m.

(I don't really know anything about therapy, don't take anything I say to heart)

10 o'clock rolled around and Roman was sitting in a waiting room with the group that constantly jabbed at him to go. He fiddled with his necklace, taking it off to look it over, smiling softly at engraving of Virgil favorite nickname; Anxiety. They had laughed over it and Roman kept it in his mind before he got it engraved into the black band. He held up his ring finger to study his ring. It was a white gold that had Creativity engraved into his. The white gold band was plain next to the black band that held a breathtaking purple diamond in the shape of a very small rose. "Roman Kingsley?" Roman looked up as his name was called and quickly put the necklace back on before standing and made his way through the door and sat down on the armchair as the lady closed the door and walked over to her desk, where she pulled up her chair and shuffled through some papers. Roman shifted uncomfortably and looked around the room. It reminded him of what the school counselor's room looked like. Bookshelves, a large desk with a computer and a bunch of papers everywhere. A pencil holder and a little name plaque. The chair he was sitting in was a dusty brown leather seat, it wasn't uncomfortable but it wasn't exactly the best seat. He looked at the lady and took in how she looked. Her red hair was tied up tight in a bun with what seemed to be a pencil sticking through it. She wore a white blouse that had little bit of frills down the front of it. He couldn't see below her waist due to the desk that was in his way and he took to studying her high heels. They were a dull red, clearly from many years of wear and tear. "Hello Roman, my name is Lucy, how are you feeling today?" Roman's dull brown eyes snapped to her face when she began to speak and he took in how she looked. Her face was a light color but slightly dark due to her blush. Her green eyes sparkled in the light as they stared back at him with a gentle soul, a gentle vibe; telling him he could take his time in answering her. "I'm fine." He spoke roughly, his walls built strong. It wasn't exactly an answer to her question but she took it, writing something down before asking him why he was here. Roman bit his lip, he began to mess with the ring that clung to his neck and glanced out the window, "My friends think I need professional help." "Why do they think you need help?" She asked him, lightly tapping her pencil against the desk. His gaze turned to her pencil, watching it as she raised her hand slightly before bringing it down, the eraser tapping against the desk in rhythm.
"Ro, your doing it again..." Virgil's voice floated over to Roman, who was sitting at the dinner table, a pencil in hand as he stared at his laptop; paper with notes under his hand that tapped the pencil in a rhythm against the table. He blinked and looked over at Virgil, who was sitting curled up in the corner of the white couch; phone in his hand but his gaze was facing his fiance. "Oh, sorry..." Roman let out a breath, his work was beginning to stress him out. He sat back in his seat and raked his fingers through his dark brown hair that felt greasy to the touch. Virgil stood and made his way over to Roman, throwing on leg over his lap and straddled the man, "Why don't we take a shower to relax?" Roman smirked and placed his hands on Virgil waist, carefully rubbing circles on his hips. Virgil leaned in to give him a kiss before he pulled away and smiled softly at Roman, teasing him as they made their way up to the bathroom. Once inside the room, Roman turned around and frowned as he couldn't find Virgil and called out for his lover. He heard the water running and walked over to pull back the curtain and let out a scream.
Roman screamed as he leaped from the chair and backed himself into a corner, wide eyes that held tears as he tried to take in his surroundings. A red and white blur moved over close to him but gave him plenty of space as it spoke; muffled.