~~Roman~~

I was so worried for Virgil. It wasn't the first time this had happened however, we still didn't know what to do. Not even Patton and his understanding of emotions was helpful.

Right now, Anxiety was laid on his bed, I wiped away his smudged eye shadow, to reveal huge bags under his eyes. He really mustn't get any sleep. I thought he was joking when he said about not sleeping until about four am, each night. 

 {Flashback}~

"Virgil?" I softly whispered.

"Hm?"

"Have you been," I paused for a second, "crying...?" His expression changed, one that I couldn't read. It was as though he was angry, sad and happy all at the same time.

I couldn't tell if he had teared up again but his voice was shaky. "Princey if you came here every single night and asked me that, the answer would always be the same. Yes."

{Flashback over}~  

Does this always happen to him? I hope not. I want to be there for him, but I fear he shall not let me in. I was never exactly nice to him, he returned those feelings. But it was I who was mean to him first. Would it be different for us, for him, now? Was this my fault? 

Now wasn't the time to overthink. I needed to be here for Anxiety when he comes through, Patton was getting him soup for when he's finally conscious, and Logan was with Thomas, checking to make sure he was okay and not had a panic attack too.

I snapped right out of my thoughts when I heard Virgil's voice. "Patton...?" He began to slowly open his eyes. He must think i'm Patton since he was with him first.

"No, silly. It's Roman." When Anxiety finally managed to open his eyes, I noticed tears brewing up. I didn't know what to do, so I did the first thing I thought of. 

I hugged him.

He sank into my arms, crying his eyes out.  After about five minutes I pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "We're here for you. Even me, I met not have been the nicest person to you, and for that, I greatly apologise. So can we start again, as friends?" He nodded and began to cry again, the whole reason for all of this was unknown but I felt it'd be rude of me to ask. So instead i just comforted him. 

~~Virgil~~

-can we start again, as friends?" I nodded, and cried again. A friend...?

Yes. A friend. Nothing more.

You will never be anything more to him.

I bet he's just saying he wants to be friends because he's noble.

Of course. 

He could never love someone like you.

You shouldn't exist.

•••

Another week passed by, me and Princey got along and we're friends. But, my thoughts had grown darker. The voice in my head wouldn't shut up. 

Every one hates you.

You know its the truth.

Sometimes I wish it was wrong but, I can't help but realize, it is probably right. But I can't just 'duck out' again because we saw how well that worked out.

Suddenly I was in different room, I looked around to see the familiar set up of a video in progress. I must've been summoned, acctidently. Everyone was talking and laughing.

They dont need you there.

They dont want you there.

They hate you.

Worthless crap!

I sank out, not a word said, or an eyelash batted. I was invisible to them, no one even noticed I was there and gone again.

I reappeared in the lounge of Thomas' mind. Unable to think straight, I fell to my knees in the center of the living room.

They hate you!

They HATE you!

They HATE you!

They secretly hated me. They're just pretending to be my friends.

You should be like them.

They all have the same heart beat.

But yours has fallen behind.

You're just in the background now that you're no longer a problem.

"I wish that I could be just like them. Happy, smiley, funny, zany, fun to be around and good enough for Princey." Droplets of water hit the wooden floor in front of me. To my surprise they were not mine.

When I looked up, Patton was stood there. Crying. I jumped up and went over to him. I was slightly taller than him, but not by much, unlike the way Roman was a whole head taller than me.

"Virgil." He was crying but he was firm. He placed his hands on each of my shoulders. "You are good enough. In your own unique way. Dont try or wish to be anyone else. Because they're already taken, no one is the exact same and never will be." He hugged me.

Gently, he whispered in my ear. It was simple and yet unexpected. "We all have our own flaws. Even me." He removed his glasses and wiped his eyes.

I wanted to ask what he was implying by 'even me' he doesn't have a big ego like Roman, so he wasn't trying to imply he was almost perfect like Roman would. Maybe he was struggling with something? Trying to tell me his flaw, in a way?

Don't read into it.

He might not like the questions you have to ask.

Don't make them hate you more than they do.

"Thank you. Really, thank you." Maybe if I make it seem like I took the advice on board he wouldn't worry about me, and focus on people who are more important.

Play along.

"No problem, kiddo."

You really shouldn't exist.

*****
Song quotes Whoop! Hey, try and guess what song I quoted. Credit to owner of song, I'll say names when someone guesses xD And once again, credit to artist.

Cya :3