I've wanted to make this for a while now but I've not had any ideas for it. BTW, this is Pre- Can lying be good Thomas has no idea about the 'dark' sides.

TW: I can' t find any but if there are any Please let me know so i can add them in

Thomas POV.

"Look, No one asked for your opinion, emo nightmare." Roman sneers to Virgil from the corner of my living room. "This does not need your facts."

"Excuse me?" Virgil remarks back.

"Everyone here knows that Thomas would be better off without you. So-"

"Roman!" I exclaim out of turn which clearly surprises him when he looks at me with shock on his expression. "Of course we need him!"

"Really, Thomas? Really?"

"Yes! We do!"

"Why?"

"He-"

"Thomas." Virgil stops me so I look in his direction. His eye shadows grow a little darker and he looks a little sadder. "Just stop."

"Me?"

"Yes. Everyone knows it. I bet Patton even-"

"No, he doesn't." I interrupt his thought as Morality flies up out of nowhere and in front of the curtains next to Roman.

"Did someone call for Patton cake?"

"He said Patton but sure." I smirk slightly, glad that he's here, hopefully he can calm Roman down.

"What's going on here, kiddos?"

"Nothing of your interest." Virgil mutters under his breath that only I can hear since I'm closest to him.

"Can I help in any way?" Patton grins at us. "Maybe I can bake some cookies to help you all."

"Patton, not needed." Roman says, regaining his confident worn face..

"Oh."

"Look!" Virgil snaps, staring at roman with blazing eyes as his voice begins to disorientate. "Don't get sassy with Patton, he's done nothing wrong."

"I wasn't as a matter of-"

"You were though weren't you?! So drop him out of this and focus your rage on me. You know damn well I don't give a-" Virgil gives him a look to indicate what he was about to say but since Patton is here, listening intently, he doesn't say it. "While Patton will. So take it out on me."

"That's not a good idea, Virgil. Roman, you should calm down." I try to help the mood, failing miserably.

"Thomas, you don't have to lie to make anxiety feel any better. I've had it with him. He should just go back to the dark sides! Where he belongs." Patton covers his mouth with his hands, wide eyes while Virgil stops his breath and Roman refuses to look any different. Dark sides?

"Dark sides?" I question, puzzled.

"Roman!" Patton exclaims frantically, facing him, clearly disappointed in him. "Don't say that! That's horrible! He is accepted here!"

"Well not with me!" Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch Virgil wear his hoodie, sinking out as I call his name.

"Virgil!" Are there dark sides? Of my personality? When was I gonna be told this?

"Roman, apologise!"

"Why should I?"

"Roman -"

"Patton." I say, staring at him and he looks back at me. "Go check on Virgil, you have a way of making sure everyone's okay so it's best if you go instead of Logan right now."

"Okay, kiddo. If you're sure." He says before sinking out again.

"Care to explain that little outburst, Roman?" I look at the prince on the verge of laughing. What the hell is with him today?! "Roman?! Tell me!"

"Oh bravo, Thomas!" He starts clapping in time with his laughter while he spins and when he faces me, he's half snake! His face is half snake!! "I'm no Roman. Oh no no no no no. I'm-"

Virgil POV

"Janus!" I growl with shaking shoulders, breathing heavy and broken up with the cries of my voice and tears mixed together. "He came back."

"Kiddo?" Patton? I glance at the door, hearing his knuckles gently bang against it. "Are you in here or in the imagination?"

"I-I'm here."

"Oh good, I was worried there, Virgil." I purse my lips together, trying to see through the darkness of the room and at the window, full moon the only light.

"What do you want?"

"I'm sure he didn't mean anything."

"It wasn't him. It wasn't Roman."

"What? Then who was it?"

"Guess." He pauses for a moment, hearing the silence deafen the room as his voice finally speaks up.

"Can I come in?" Sure why the hell not at this point? He's the only one who accepts me for me so I might as well let him. I wipe the tears of my face and I slowly dry my cheeks with my sleeve.

"Sure." I speak.

He enters my room, after fiddling with my doorknob for a second or two and the light is blinding, so I look away from it. I hope it doesn't seem like I'm looking away from Patton.

"Oh sorry, you don't like light." He quickly closes the door so I'm able to look over just in time to watch him sit in front of me while I tuck my knees onto my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "Hey, Virgil, you know it wasn't Roman so you know it isn't true. None of what he said is true. We accept you for who you are and we know we need you, okay? Ignore.... The person who did say those things."

"Patton, that's difficult. I had to live with him for years. Being forgotten about until it was time to appear and try to help"

"Yes, I know that."

"Maybe it is better if I disappeared." I Whisper with more tears gliding down my cheeks. "I mean, Thomas wouldn't be afraid."

"And then... The other dark side would pop up more often. Virgil, you're the real reason they aren't here all the time. You are protecting Thomas from them. And that's an amazing thing all together."

"Wait, I am?"

"Well yes. Logan and Roman think so too." He lays his hand on my head, taking off my hood so he springs forward and hugs me so tightly, it's like I'm gonna burst but he also gives the best hugs. And he knows when you need one. My cheeks momentarily blush a rose red as his head lands in mine, resting there, simply and I feel him smile. "We need you. It'd be weird without you in the living room, watching movies with us and talking about how Thomas feels. You help us a lot and I need you." him specifically?

"You mean it?" I whisper, knowing I needed this reassurance. My friends read me like a book, and they know what I need and they know what to say at the right times. Yes, I did just call them my friends. They help with everything, but mainly Patton does, he's the one who's always checking up on me, knowing deep down that we may feel depressed more than others because of our jobs. Him because he's his feelings and he can have moods wings anytime and me, because I'm Anxiety. I have panic attacks every day. He's the only one who realises and notices when things start to go down hill. He has a special way of making anyone feel loved and needed.

I feel like that in this moment, with him.

I don't know what I'd do without him.