Virgil's POV

     I shakily stood myself up off of my bed. "Are you sure you're okay?" Patton asked. "I-I'm sure..." I mumbled.

     I walked out of my room and over to Roman's. I stood at the doorway, shaking even more. Logan opened peeked his head around the door. "I'll leave you two be..." He said, opening the door and leaving. I took a shaky breath and stepped inside the room.

     I almost stepped back, I was so shocked. He was completely shirtless, scars and bruises littering his chest and even one or two on his cheeks.

     I walked toward him, throwing myself onto him and feeling tears brew up in my eyes. He gently ran his fingers through my hair. He lied back down and pulled me down with him. I buried my face in his chest, tears slipping down my face.

     "Y-You idiot!" I shouted. "You could've gotten killed!" "Virgil, I know, but I'm here now, aren't I?" He said softly. I felt my anger slow boil down into sadness and I started to calm down.

     "I-I'm so so so sorry..." I mumbled. "Don't be sorry, Love. None of this was your fault..." Roman muttered. "B-But it is! I could've done something to prevent this!" I exclaimed, pulling away from his grasp.

     I stood up from the bed. "I could've helped you! I could've stopped being so scared and protective then I could've done something!" I exclaimed. "If I wasn't so pathetic I could've actually helped you! I could've helped, I could've been there, done something!"

     "V-Virgil, p-please...c-calm down..." Roman mumbled. "No! I can't! Knowing you got hurt and knowing I could've done something hurts! If I wasn't such a pathetic and anxious mess I could've done something!--" "Virgil!" He exclaimed. It was then that I noticed the hurt and desperation in his eyes, a tear rolling down his cheek.

     "Virgil, sit down..." He said, grabbing my hand lightly. "How do you think I would've felt if you got hurt and knowing I could do something?" I stayed silent. It was hard to get words out. "I know it hurts, but please, stop blaming yourself. None of this is your fault..." He said softly, pulling me into a tight embrace.

     I pulled away not long after, taking off my jacket and setting it on him. He chuckled softly. "What happened to your arms..?" He asked. "I know you couldn't have cut, everyone but myself was there." "I, um, I-I..." I stuttered. I didn't want to lie to him, he's my boyfriend...

     "I scratched at my old ones..." I mumbled nervously. He pulled me back into an embrace. "You know how much it hurts me to see you do something like that..." He said, lightly kissing the top of my head.

     I buried my face in his chest, almost begging for warmth since I had given him my hoodie. "You couldn't have done anything to prevent this, Virgil...none of us could." He said softly.

     "What do you mean...?" I asked between sobs. "Ever since Thomas rediscovered the drawings, they were basically readmitted in the memory. And since Thomas wanted to make them characters, they could become real. They did, and then you discovered them." He explained quietly.

     "So you're saying that this w-was all inevitable from the beginning?" I mumbled. "Basically." He said, pulling me closer. "I'm still sorry..." I mumbled. "Well don't be." He said, pulling me up slightly.

     He pulled me into a soft kiss, kissing me as if it had been an eternity since we had last seen one another. He pulled away not long after. "I love you...so so much...." I said softly. He cupped my cheek with one hand and wiped his thumb across my face in attempt of getting rid of the tears.

     I nuzzled closer to him, not even talking at this point, just enjoying each others company. I was so grateful that he was still here, and that he did all of that for me...mostly.

     I know that it isn't really my fault, but I still can't help but feel guilty. It hurt both of us so much more than it probably should have, and that just makes me feel even worse...

      I started to drift off in the comfort of his arms. No, stay awake, you literally just woke up! I screamed at myself, but it wasn't working at all. I'm.....not....tired...

     "Go to sleep then, love. I understand that you're exhausted. I am too..." He chuckled. Oh...I said that out loud...I listened to him and fell asleep in the comfort of his arms.

          Logan's POV

     I sat with Patton on the couch, soothingly rubbing circles on his back. "I know that you're worried, just hold on. They'll be fine...I promise." I said softly. "I-I know..." He mumbled. "I know."

     "Hey," A voice said behind us. I jumped slightly, trying to hide my embarrassment. "...s-sorry...." Missy mumbled. His face was stained with tear streaks. "We just came out here to see if you guys were okay." Pranks said. "Are you guys okay?"

     Patton took off his glasses, wiping them with the sleeve of his cardigan. "Yeah, we're fine." He said. "We're fine."

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