"Logan!" Patton sang, "your turn," Logan stood up and spun the bottle, Remy, knowing not everyone here wasn't greatly comfortable with kissing, he looked at Virgil, had made it truth or dare style, Logan then sat back down, waiting for the bottle to stop spinning.

"Oh, I wonder who it will be!" Patton squeaked, the bottle stopped on Emile.

"Me?" Emile looked up at Logan, who was thinking.

"Oh, um truth or dare?" he asked, Emile looked around.

"Truth, I'll pick!" he shook his head, "damn,"

"You sound like Yoda, from star wars," Virgil said, he was next and Remy thought he saw the emo shaking.

"Okay, um is it true that..." Logan thought about it for a moment, "that you took a medical degree in college?" Emile's face lit up.

"Yes! How'd you know?" Emile squealed.

"Hey, you didn't sound like Yoda then," Virgil was on his phone texting someone.

"I, um just guessed," Logan said and looked at Virgil, who stood up and spun the bottle.

"Well you guys are both have similar interests," Patton said.

"Yeah, you two do," Remy said taking a sip of his now cold coffee. The bottle stopped on Remy, "okay Virgil, what ya got for me?" 

"Truth or dare?" he asked.

"Dare," Remy said.

"Okay, don't drink coffee for the rest of the night, you need sleep," Virgil walked over and plucked the cup out of his hands.

"Wait!" Remy yelp, "if I need sleep, then so do you!" Patton stood up and grabbed the coffee out of Virgil's hands.

"You both need sleep," he said and walked into the kitchen, Emile got up and spun the bottle, everyone was silent. Virgil.

"Dare or truth?" Emile was still muddling up his words, "sorry,"

"Dare," Virgil called out, then looked around and sunk back down.

"Okay," Emile took a breath and looked Virgil dead in the eyes, "I dare you to tell everyone your panic attack count from the past two weeks," everyone gasped and looked at Virgil.

"How'd you know?" he whimpered, Patton ran to Virgil's side and hugged the emo, a tear rolled down his face, Remy knew he was going over the things that had happened.

"I... I'm sorry," Emile said, Virgil looked up and took a breath.

"Six... sixty four," he whispered, Patton hugged his friend and whispered something in his ear, Roman stood up and headed to the door, Virgil and Patton stood up and made their way out. Everyone was in silence.

Virgil:

Virgil walked outside an waved goodbye to Patton.

"Are you okay?" Virgil jumped and turned around, Roman, "sorry about that,"

"It's okay," Virgil said, he wasn't in the mood for any more of what had happened.

"So, you have panic attacks," Virgil nodded, "you remember what I said in the kitchen, my god that sounds weird,"

"I do and I would like to be carried," Virgil says.

"Okay, harsh much," Virgil's face darkened, "sorry, here," Roman crouched down and Virgil climbed on, he was much smaller and light then Roman but it didn't faze him. Virgil put his head on the boys shoulder.

"sixteen, Milby street, third floor, door twelve," Virgil said and Roman started off, his apartment was only a street away from Remy's. Virgil closed his eyes and fell asleep for the first time in about five years.