(Roman's P.O.V.)
Living with your three best friends is an absolute chaotic mess half the time, but the other half of the time it's amazing. Yes, balancing out all of our different college schedules can minimize the amount of time for all of us to hang out, but living together the four of us can get to know each other so much better. We've learned little things about each other that we probably wouldn't otherwise, like little morning habits or nighttime routines. The signs of happiness and sadness, or anger and contentment. 

But I think one of the most important things we've learned are the signals of one of us having a rough day. All four of us, Patton, Logan, Virgil and myself, all have some sort of signal that our day was less than ideal. For Logan it's something as simple as puzzles, but for some others in this household it isn't as easy to understand. Sure, simple to see, but not so simple when it comes to why it helps out in any way, shape, or form. But it's still a signal, and it's something we all try to keep in mind. 

Currently, Logan and Patton are both in classes, and Virgil should have just gotten back. I've been in my room doing a mixture of studying and watching YouTube all day, so I really wouldn't know. I myself have had a good day, but if Virgil did just get back I should check on him. 

Despite our banter, Virgil and I are great friends and I care very much about him. I would be lying if I said I didn't wish we were more, but even though we're both gay I have no clue whether or not he would even consider liking me like that. Knowing my luck, he doesn't like anybody like that. He is a very anxious and pessimistic person, it's possible he's figured out some faulty logic that it's better not to love anyone at all, ever. 

I have to stop assuming things! I know Virgil well, but not well enough to assume things like that, especially about love. Both Virgil and Logan are very, very personal about those matters. Whatever, no matter what the situation is on crushes and whatnot I should be a good friend and go check on him, ask how his day was, make sure everything's good. 

So, in only a moment, I'm putting my headphones down and getting up out of my desk chair. I walk somewhat quickly towards my bedroom door, opening it and walking out into the hallway before going down the stairs and into the common room to see quite an entertaining yet concerning sight. 

There in the living room is Virgil, sitting on top of the end table with a scowl etched onto his face as he flicks through Netflix with seemingly no end goal. As soon as I see this I frown, knowing that it's been a rough day for the emo nightmare. I walk over towards him and sit down on the couch, glancing over at first the TV to see it just rhythmically moving to the left repeatedly, and then I look over at him. 

"Bad day?" Is all I ask, and I only receive a huff in reply. I'm taking that as a yes. I move towards the end of the couch so I can reach him, or more importantly the remote. "Virgil, how about you give me the remote and we put on a movie or something?" I ask, but I don't get an answer. Virgil seems quite intent on being silent, grumpy, and a Netflix hogger. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" 

Surprisingly, this does actually get a response. He continues flipping through titles on Netflix, but starts talking in that classic Virgil way of scowling and growling through the sentences. 

"My teachers are ignorant idiots that don't understand that sometimes college students have other things rather than just college, like, I don't know, anxiety? So forcing me to go up and do a stupid presentation is bound to cause some sort of attack to happen but no, it's my fault and I get yelled at even though it is in my medical papers and I have talked to all my teachers explaining to them that I can't do that, I'm the only one that was forced to go up on stage and eventually get ridiculed for my panic attack because college and college kids and college teachers suck." 

After his mini rant, Virgil sighs, handing me the remote and glancing over at me through his bangs. "Yeah, we can watch a movie." He says and I smile, nodding as I take the remote from him and go towards the Disney section of Netflix. 

I scoot over on the couch and, as I put on "Black Cauldron", pat the spot next to me to tell him to come sit next to me. I smile more as he gets off his perch on the end table, expecting him to actually come sit next to me, but this is Virgil we're talking about and he's still upset. So instead he walks around the couch and climbs onto the back, laying down across the back of the couch almost like a cat would. His one leg is hanging off the side, and his arm is right by my head. I grab his hand softly and as the movie starts playing I look up at him. 

"I'm sorry that you had a bad day." I say, softly as to not take away from the movie to much. He shrugs, looking lazily at the TV, the exhaustion of the days events catching up to him. We watch the movie in silence, neither one of us moving and neither one of us talking. That is, until about halfway through. 

Around the halfway mark of the movie, Virgil suddenly starts moving, climbing off the back of the couch and coming over to sit next to me. What I don't expect is that he not only sits next to me but lays his head on my shoulder, hugging my arm as he continues watching the movie. I don't say anything, I just smile, looking back to the TV and relishing in the younger's warmth. 

It doesn't seem to take long for the movie to finish, and once it does I realize just how tired I am. I look down at the boy next to me to see that he's on the edge of sleep, eyes lazily open and grip on my arm so loose I could pry him off with a finger. I use my one hand to gently take his hand off my arm, and then I slowly stand up. He only lays on the couch in my absence, eyes slipping shut. 

I chuckle lightly, bending down and putting my arms underneath his back and knees, and then standing back up carrying my little emo nightmare bridal style. Virgil's arms immediately wrap around my neck and he snuggles into my chest, humming in content. My smile only widens at this, and I cautiously head to the stairs and start slowly climbing them. His grip tightens as I go up the stairs, so I whisper to him. 

"Don't worry, I'd never drop you." I speak in a voice reserved only for late, tired nights. He nods only slightly, his grip loosening once again as we reach the top of the stairs and I start moving towards my bedroom. Since the door is still open, I don't have to worry about putting Virgil down. He won't mind sleeping in my room for a night. 

I kick open my door gently, walking inside the room and kicking the door shut behind me so we aren't disturbed when Patton and Logan come back. Then I walk over to the bed, gently placing Virgil down and covering him up with the blankets before going over to the other side and laying down myself. As soon as I do, he rolls over and snuggles into my chest, practically inviting me to wrap my arms around him (which I do). 

"Hey, Roman?" He speaks softly, and with no sarcastic tone which is very odd for him. 

"Yes, Virgil?" I ask with the same soft voice. He smiles sleepily, glancing up at me slightly before once again closing his eyes. 

"I love you." He whispers and I chuckle lightly, holding him impossibly closer as I start to feel sleepiness overtake my senses as well. 

"I love you too, my little emo nightmare."