It wasn't often that Virgil and Logan got into fights. Debates, sure, those were a common occurrence between them. Actual fights, however, were few and far between. The two got along fairly well with one another, but that made sense seeing as they were in a relationship.

Virgil wasn't sure how much longer that would be true after this last one though.

Virgil didn't even remember what the argument was about at this point, just that him and Logan had been at odds for 3 days now. He didn't even know how Logan was feeling, they hadn't seen each other the entire time.

Which seemed to be annoying Patton.

"Come on Virge, you have to talk to him."

"He probably doesn't wanna see me, Pat. Why would he?"

"Now kiddo, you know that's just your anxiety talking. In fact, I don't think he remembers what you guys were fighting over either."

"Then why wouldn't he have come and talked to me yet, Pat? I have the excuse of being anxious, he doesn't have a reason not to talk to me unless he hates my guts."

"Oh, come on, you know that Logan can be... stubborn. But that doesn't mean he doesn't still love you, and you need to stop treating it like that."

Virgil sighed, finally sitting up on his bed so he could be even with the person beside him. "But what if it does mean that this time, Pat?"

Virgil was expecting some sad Dad look, or a comforting hug, but that's not what he got. Instead, Patton gripped him tightly on each shoulder, staring directly into his eyes.

"Virgil, if you don't talk to Logan by the end of the day, I'm going to go talk to Roman about locking you two in a room together."

Virgil reeled back, staring at the dadlike character. "Are you being serious?"

"Yes! Just go talk to him, really. I'm sure he misses you just as much as you miss him."

Virgil didn't even try to deny that he missed Logan, he just been talking about him for the past ten minutes, it was sort of obvious. Still, that didn't mean his anxiety about talking to him was any smaller, he knew he would have to do something big. Well, for his standards anyway.

So, after about 10 minutes spent thinking about it, and the better half of the day procrastinating, Virgil finally picked himself up and approached a familiar plain door that belonged to Logan.

Of course, he still hesitated before knocking, unsure what to do. Would Logan even open the door for him? Maybe it would be better to try and knock with confidence, least then it wouldn't sound like him.

Virgil knocked three times upon the door in rapid succession, hastily shoving his hand into his jacket pocket afterwards and shifting his weight from each foot to the other. he mentally checked himself, thinking about whether his hair was all right, and if he'd eaten anything recently where food might have been stuck in his teeth. There wasn't much he could do about it now, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to think about it.

Just as he was about to pull out his phone and check for good measure, the door swung inward rather forcefully. "Roman I told you I do not need to ta—"

And there he stood. Whatever Logan had been saying died in his throat as he took in the sight of Virgil, who was doing the same.

"Uh, hey," Virgil started tentatively, barely glancing at the other, his eyes mainly staying downward. "Is it cool if we talk?"

Logan gave him a once over again, seemingly debating his options. That was all it took for Virgil's anxiety to spill over, and he pulled out his backup plan. "I, uh, also got you a jar of Crofter's, if that helps."

Suddenly the decision didn't seem so hard for Logan. He was still hesitant, but Virgil let out a sigh of relief when he saw him moving out of the way. "I suppose."

Virgil gave a nod to show he was grateful, cautiously entering the room and standing awkwardly in the middle.

"You may sit down on the bed if you like, Virgil, " Logan stated, shutting the door to the room. "Just because you and I are in the process of quarreling does not mean I wish you any discomfort."

Virgil was somewhat surprised at that, but he tried to hide it on his face. "Oh, that's good, I guess." He slowly walked over the bed, as if any second Logan would change his mind, before ever so lightly sitting on the comforter. One hand moved out of his pocket so he could rub the fabric with his thumb, one of his more efficient nervous tics.

Logan eventually moved to sit down on the bed as well, leaving a reasonable gap between them. They sat there for a moment, but it wasn't too long. Logan was always pretty insistent on getting to the point.

"So, Virgil, what is it you wanted to discuss?"

Virgil paused before speaking, trying to remember what he had wanted to say earlier. Most of the words he thought about saying however, had died in his throat by now.

"Well..." he started, pausing for a moment to set the jar of Crofter's down between them so Logan could take it. "I wanted to say I'm sorry, Logan."

Logan gave him a look of impassiveness, but Virgil could see past that at this point. He wanted to hear what he had to say. Virgil decided he wasn't gonna miss that chance.

"I know apologies aren't my strong suit, but yeah. I'm sorry, Lo. I don't even care about what started all this. You were probably right anyway, you always are. I'm also just really sick of sulking in my room, thinking about the inevitability of death alone. It's depressing."

"Me being there does not change that it's a depressing topic, Virgil."

"Yeah, but you make it fun to be depressing."

Virgil got an amused chuckle out of him at that, and he couldn't hold back a smile. "Just, please don't be mad at me forever? I'll buy you Crofter's whenever you want for a month, promise."

Logan shook his head lightly, scooting over on the bed so he was closer to Virgil and laying his hand on top of the others, simultaneously stopping the motion of Virgil's thumb.

"I was never going to stay mad at you Virgil. But I must admit the Crofter's certainly helps."

"Yeah, I figured it would be a good peace offering," Virgil joked, leaning a little closer to Logan with the action.

"It is. Would you care for a hug, Virgil?"

"I wouldn't mind it," he replied, and they leaned into one another, Virgil happy to rest his head in the crook of Logan's neck again where it seemed to fit so perfectly. Just being there again was all he needed it seemed, at least to him.

"Now," Logan said when they finally broke apart. "I'm going to go make some toast to have with this jar. Would you care for a piece?"

"If you're offering." They stood up together, staring to make their way over to the kitchen side by side. "I'm surprised you're willing to share a jar though."

"What can I say, I care about you very deeply," Logan answered, shrugging his shoulders as he did so. "Plus, you're buying Crofter's whenever I wish for the next month, I see no harm in letting you have some."

Virgil groaned, already having forgotten he said that. "You're going to go through so many jars."

"Maybe. But I'll gladly do it with you."

And so, the two sat down together, a plate with two slices of jam-covered toast between them while they chatted, back to their usual selves. Maybe just a little more affectionate than before, but neither was going to complain about that.

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Guys, we are officially halfway through the month! Can you believe it? I'm still getting over the fact that I made it to day 3 of this thing, yet alone all the way to 16. It's crazy.

But seriously guys, thanks for reading each day if you have been, I honestly really appreciate every vote, comment, or read you leave behind. Absolutely makes my day, you know?

I'm gonna go before I get any more mushy on ya, and let you all enjoy your whatever time of day it is where you're at. I really hope you guys liked this one, I enjoyed writing analogical again anyway. I wish you all a pleasant evening, and a very good morning.

~Dna