Requested. Set after the Nostalgia video.
Also, other than the requests I currently have I may stop uploading for a while, or updates will be slower than usual. I have a bunch of schoolwork to catch up on cause I'm really behind, plus other things I need to work on (finishing Robot, some original things I'm trying to get an outline started for, and I'm trying to write multiple chapters for Tally Marks so that I can upload on a schedule). I will get my current requests done though, just forgive me if that takes a bit. Schoolwork has to come first. Anyways, on with the story.

Patton hadn't left his room all day. He thought he had been better about being honest when he felt bad. He really did like leaving his room when it meant seeing the other sides, but today he just couldn't face them. He didn't understand why he still felt so awful. Hadn't they fixed everything in their last video? Why did he still feel so upset?

Patton, although he didn't want to admit it, already knew the reason he was feeling down. He hated that everyone only ever saw him how they wanted to see him. Always happy and smiling, never feeling sad, or angry, or any other negative emotions, despite the fact that that was exactly what he was. He was Thomas' emotions, happy and sad.

So, for as long as possible, he really did his best to live up to everyone's expectations for him. He tried so hard, but it just left him more and more sad each time. Now, even though they knew and they wanted him to stop pretending to be happy when he wasn't, he just couldn't get over thinking that they were disappointed with him. He just couldn't be what they wanted him to, and he just felt so frustrated. Both with himself, and with the others.

Eventually, of course, Patton should have expected someone would come looking for him. It wasn't like him to hide away in his room unless he was sick, and that was exactly the excuse he planned to use whenever they came to knock on his door. However, the one thing he hadn't planned on was that the person to knock on his door would be the only person who could always see right through him.

"Patton?" Virgil called softly. "Can I come in?"

Patton sighed, sitting up and wiping at his eyes. They were red, but surely he could blame that on being sick. "Did you need something, Virgil?"

The door opened up slowly, and Virgil poked his head inside. He frowned when he saw Patton, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Just wanted to check on you. What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing!" Patton put on a grin, knowing it was weak but hoping it just added to his lie of being sick. "Just not feeling super well today, must be sick or something. I was just gonna stay in here, that way I didn't get any of you guys sick too! Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Virgil frowned, watching Patton for a second. Without another word he sighed, moving to sit next to him on the bed and wrapping his arms around him in a hug. "Pat, please tell me what's wrong." He whispered, and that was all it took for Patton to break down into sobs again, arms wrapped tightly around Virgil's shoulders as he cried into his jacket, worried about getting it dirty but also knowing that he wouldn't care.

Virgil just held Patton tighter, his worry for the other increasing. He quietly mumbled to Patton that he would be okay, that he was there and wasn't going anywhere, reaching up to run his fingers through Patton's hair comfortingly. It was what Patton did for him when he felt bad, so he was hopeful it would work to calm him down too. It seemed to do the trick and eventually Patton's sobs quieted down to soft sniffles, still holding Virgil close and keeping his eyes shut tightly.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered, keeping his face hidden from Virgil. Virgil just shook his head, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and pulling back from the hug to smile at Patton sadly.

"Please don't be, Pat. It's alright. Can you tell me what's bothering you?" Virgil asked, quickly adding that he didn't have to afterwards. Patton, with a quiet sigh, reluctantly explained everything to Virgil. When he finished he stared down at the blankets on his bed, fiddling with the pompoms of the cat hoodie he was wearing. It was quiet for a moment, and just as Patton was about to apologize and as Virgil to ignore what he said, Virgil started talking.

"Pat, I... I'm sorry. I know how it feels for people to only see what they want to, it's... it isn't fun. And I know that before, we all used to do that and I'm sorry. But we know better now, and we want to be here for you. I'm here for you, even if no one else was. But they are, and we love you. Not just the happy, silly, dad jokes side of you, we love all of you. I promise." Virgil gently wiped the tears off of Patton's cheeks, considering something before leaning forward hesitantly to kiss him.

The kiss was soft, his lips just barely there, letting Patton move away if he wanted. When Patton only sighed and pulled him slightly closer Virgil held on to him tighter, telling him just how much he cared and loved him through the kiss. It took a while for him to pull away, cheeks a dark red as he smiled at Patton nervously. "I love you. I'm here for you no matter what."

"I love you too, Virgil," Patton smiled back at him, leaning against him and hiding his face in his shoulder once again. "Thank you. I feel a lot better now."

"I'm glad." Virgil told him, turning to kiss the top of his head. "But if you aren't, Pat, all you have to do is say so and I'm here to help you with anything you need, okay?"

Patton nodded, tears in his eyes again but not from sadness this time. He was so happy, he loved Virgil so much and he knew he could trust him to always be there. He left a tired kiss to his shoulder, mumbling quietly. "Can we just stay here for now..? I'm tired, and I just want to be with you."

"Of course," Virgil told him, very carefully shifting them both so they were lying down, maneuvering so they didn't have to let go of each other even as he pulled the blanket over them. Neither of them said anything else, Patton sighing in content as he simply held Virgil close. Virgil told him that they loved him, that it was okay if he was sad sometimes, and that he would always be there for him. And Patton believed him.

I'm so sorry for taking so long on this, I do hope you liked it. I also couldn't think of another name, but it kinda fits? Sorta? Oh well. I was also gonna have it where it could be taken romantic or platonic but then the kiss just kinda happened and well, it did say either one so.

Lmao funny coincidence I noticed, Virgil and Patton are the only ones in this and I'm wearing my anxiety hoodie and my morality shirt rn

Also okay I know I said I'd only do requests but I have just one more idea that I just have to write so I do plan on doing that next-just, later on tonight probably, I have stuff to do. (Stuff being play on my Xbox I finally have Xbox live on now-and my schoolwork but, well, y'know)

Anyways, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this one. *a small grey fox wanders up to you, drops a ring pop at your feet, and scurries off*

Thank you for the suggestion. Take care of yourselves. Love you guys. Bye!-Bob