Warnings: Some self-hatred and crying

Ship(s): Platonic analogical

"When you try your best but you don't succeed, that's one of the hardest things to ever go through," Virgil murmured, rubbing a sniffling Logan's back. Logan looked up at him, lip quivering, eyes red and puffy and his face streaked with tears. Virgil sighed and, continuing to rub the logical trait's back comfortingly, wiped away the tears with his thumb. Logan leaned his head against Virgil's shoulder, still crying silently.

"You can say that again. I failed you all. My logic, my reasoning, my plans, they're supposed to be flawless! I-I can't...I can't believe I-"

"Logan, stop," Virgil said firmly, wrapping an arm protectively around his sniveling friend. Logan whimpered and flinched at Virgil's snapping tone, but made no move to pull away from him. In fact, he curled closer into Virgil's side.

"Why should I? I'm horrible," Logan said miserably, burying his face in the crook of Virgil's neck. "Why can't I do anything right, Virgil? W-Why...Why can't I just do my job?" Virgil's eyes softened and he rested his head on top of Logan's.

"You can, Lo. You do your job amazingly, but sometimes you make a few mistakes. You aren't perfect. How many times we have to tell you that?" Virgil said, tone gentle and kind, something only the logical trait got to see (and it was even rare for him).

"I-I don't know...but will you ever get tired of telling me?" Logan whispered, hiccuping softly and shivering. Virgil smiled and held him closer.

"Never."