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"I'm sorry," Logan said to the stranger in front of him, "I can't go with you. I just don't know you well enough,"

"Fair enough," the stranger replied, frowning while putting on his sunglasses and walking towards the door, "Tell Roman to call me if you change your mind,"

Logan and Roman nodded in response, the pair watching him walk out the door.

"Why didn't you go?" Roman said exasperatedly as he flopped himself on the couch, " He was really cute,"

"All the more relieved you should be relieved by the idea that I didn't go with him," Logan responded. Virgil looked up from the book he was reading and took off his headphones in response to Roman's yell of exasperation, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Plus, it seems like a good way to get taken advantage of. I don't know what alcohol is supposed to look like and it would be easy for him to slip something in it," he mused as he walked over to the living room and took a book out of their makeshift bookshelf made out of open shoeboxes, "Not saying that he gave me any reason to think that he would, but I like to take all the possibilities into account,"

"Everytime," Roman said, flopping his hands upwards and hitting them on the side of the the green couch, " I try and set somebody up with a person who is clearly perfect for them, my opinion gets ripped to shreds,"

"Maybe you should stop trying to play Cupid," Virgil said in response before turning back to his book, "You would get your heart broken a lot less,"

"It feels so good though," Roman replied, turning his body to face him, "to get it right. So, how could I stop?"

Virgl's eyes went over Roman's head and took hold of Logan, making a silent agreement for later that night.

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"I know its terrible to say," Logan said, swirling the cheap beer around in its container, "but I don't really want him to come back,"

Virgil tilted his gaze to him, unsurprised by the admission. Logan didn't really talk about his family much, but alcohol seemed to affect Logan very much like truth serum. The good, the bad, and the ugly all coming streaming out of Logan's mouth like a waterfall as the few scraps of dignity he had left chose to opt of out saying certain parts.

"I often give people names or words that define them in my mind," he continued before chugging the remainder of the contents, "For example, Roman's name was Prince and Patton's is Morality. There was a reason my brother's name is Deceit. In fact, I have called him that so many times in my mind that I can't remember what his real name is anymore."

"Hey, Logan?"

"Yes," he said, slurring slightly before dropping his beer in the trash.

"What's my name?"

"Anxiety," he said as he grabbed his coat from the nearby chair.

"You decided to name me after the mental condition I have," Virgil said, scowling as he went to check his phone for the time. It was about 1 am then, way later than Logan intended on staying up.

"Because you let it define you," Logan countered before getting out of his chair and making his way to bed, "Good night, Virgil."

"Night," Virgil said as Logan walked over to his bed. He got up from his place on the couch and grabbed a cup of water, placing Logan's tangent in a box to open on another rainy day.
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