TW- yelling, talk of ptsd think that's all

"I- I- I just don't know Ro" Janus whispered, backing away from Roman a little. Roman scoffed lightly.

"Of course you don't. You never do" Roman muttered, Janus flinched away.

"I'm sorry" Janus said, gripping his arms tightly.

"You always say that, but you never actually are, huh Janus" Roman growled. Janus flinched away again, tears forming in his eyes.

"I- really Ro... I'm sorry" Janus said softly. Roman shook his head.

"I'm tired of you saying that- oh I'm so sorry Ro, I'm sorry- quit being fucking fake! All I asked of you was to clean up the house a little!" Roman said loudly, not quite a yell but it was close.

"And you know I've been struggling, my ptsd is acting up again Ro.. I thought we went over this" Janus cried, "and I did clean a little! But then I got another flash back and had to calm down" Janus whispered, leaning against the counter, shaking slightly.

"I get that Janus! But your using it as a fucking excuse- there's no way you get that many ptsd attacks" Janus shook his head, tears flooding down his face.

"I- why are you so mad at me?" Janus whimpered.

"Do you want to see me mad!?" Roman yelled. "I'm not mad right now Janus, but you're starting to piss me off" Roman glared daggers into Janus.

"Why are you yelling?" Janus asked.

"I'm not yelling!" Roman said loudly. Janus flinched away.

"You are though!" Roman shook his head.

"Do you want me to yell?" Roman growled. "Because this is me yelling! I can tell all day of you want me to do bad!" Roman basically screamed. Janus shook, falling to the floor, shaking as flashbacks tore through his thoughts. Roman rolled his eyes waving Janus off and leaving the house with a slam of the door.

"I- Lo- Logan?" Janus whispered. He stood slowly, the memories still ripping through him. He quickly grabbed his phone, trying not to sob.

"Hello?" Logan said, seemingly uninterested.

"I- Logan? I... I think I made a mistake again" He whispered, slipping into a chair.

"It's okay Janus..."