Okay, uh, yeah. I hope you like it...

Warning: Extremely depressing thoughts and self-harm (and seriously repressed emotions leading to a mental breakdown)

-Logan's POV-

I am slightly- no, I am greatly concerned about Virgil. He is very silent as of late, and I even noticed him rubbing his arm when he assumed he was alone.

It would probably be logical to talk to him, but I'm... Nervous about it. I don't want him to figure out I have emotions for him.

-Virgil's POV

I know it's not real, but it won't shut up.
Why would you want me to? Think about it; I'm the only one who stays by your side.
Shut up.
You can't shut me up. I'm your mind. I'm just telling you, everyone else couldn't care less about you.
You're lying. I know they all care.
They're pretending! They don't care. How about... you pick up that blade? I know you want to.
I...

Just then, Logan knocks on my door.
Don't answer him. He doesn't care. Come on... Do it already. Or are you too afraid?
If it's the only way to shut it up...

Logan knocked again and said, "Virgil, I plead of you to answer me. I simply want to converse with you."
I don't care. I don't cut enough to kill myself (not yet, but we'll get there.) ...not today, at least... Just enough to silence my mind.

"Virgil?" I hear Logan say. Without realizing, I started crying. "G-go away...!" I say a little broken.

-Logan's POV-

I was knocking on Virgil's door, but he did not answer. That made me very scared, so I say his name once more.

"G-go away...!" I hear him say. He sounds like he's crying... I silently open his door to find him hugging his knees on the bed with a razor blade in his right hand.

I don't dare say anything. I don't want to start showing emotions. He seems to figure out I'm in his room, however, as he speaks to me.

"I told you to go away. Do you like what you see, Logan?" he says, only barely peering at me.
I was speechless. I don't want anyone, especially not Virgil, to find out I feel emotions. I stand against the wall, in shock, unable to move or speak.

"...Logan?" Virgil says. I'm still in shock, so I barely notice when he gets up and puts his razor blade down.

-Virgil's POV-

I knew Logan would come into my room, so I start talking to him. I didn't mean to sound rude, but I did.

Because you're terrible.
I shut my mind up by getting up to talk to Logan. He looks like he's in shock...

"Logan, look at me." I say in a calm voice. He does so, finally letting go of the wall, and looks at me.
"You need to calm down, Logan. Now, talk to me." I know it'll be hard for him to do so, but I know it's the only way to get him back to normal.

I wasn't expecting what I got.

Logan looks at me for a little bit, but then looks away hiding his face. He doesn't say anything. He tried, but he couldn't talk.
He pulls one of his hands to his face as though he were surprised by something. I  don't know what to do right now...

Then he falls to the ground, noticeably shaking. I can also see he's... Oh my god... Logan is crying...

-Logan's POV-

Virgil told me to communicate with him, but my brain seemed to stop functioning. All I could do is stand there.
Then I feel something wet on my face. I was crying. I'm not supposed to cry. I  drop to the ground when it got hard to stand, and I see Virgil follow me.

"Woah, Logan! Okay, I know what's wrong with you." I attempted to answer him, and I was finally able to. "W-what's th-that?" and now I'm stuttering. Great.
He pulls my chin up and says, "Logan, how long have you been representing your emotions for?" I look at him and ask, "Wh-why?"

"Please, just tell me." he says, putting his hands on my shoulders. Truth is, I've been trying to remain emotionless all my life.
"F-fore-ever, I-i sup-ppose..." I answer him. He looks at me incredulously and says, "Lo, you can't do that! That will end in severe mental breakdowns and possibly mental illnesses. You have to talk to me, or at least someone!" he says to me.

I try to calm down, though in vein, when I answer. "F-fine... Th-the tru-uth is that I-i feel emo-otions too! B-but I'm supposed t-to be the l-logic-cal side; I'm n-not supp-posed to f-feel!"
Virgil shakes his head as he pulls me closer to him.

"No, no, no! Logan, everyone feels emotion. You're no exception. We would love you either way." Virgil says. He then continued, "What are the biggest things you've been hiding away?"

I think, allowing myself a chance to ventilate, and then say, "I-i don't kn-now... I-i guess... Pretending th-that I wasn't aff-fected by every in-nsult, the str-ress of what I-I'm supposed to do... A-and..." I trail off. I can't say this...

-Virgil's POV-

Logan finally took a second to breathe and try to explain. But then he trails off.

"...And?" I try to encourage him. He sighs, as if reluctant to say whatever this is.

"A-and hiding m-my feelings f-for you..." he eventually spits out. I blink, stunned for a moment, and reply without words.
I lift his face up to mine and kiss him. I pull away to see him, still crying, but very confused. "Thank you for telling me. Now, you have that off your chest, and I have someone who cares about me." I say while smiling.

He eventually responds with, "V-virgil, I've always c-cared about y-you!" He then grabs my arm, very gently. "Would you be terribly annoyed if I wrapped this?" he asks. I was hesitant, but I soon reply with, "Yeah, I... I guess..."

He wrapped my arm and we kissed each other again. I pull away and ask, "So, does this mean you'd be willing to date me?" I ask him. He smiles oh so slightly, and says, "Yes, I would enjoy that very much, Virgil."

A/N
Sorry if you didn't like it (please help me I wrote this on my mood)