7:23pm

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Thomas was stressed. Close to the point of ripping all of his hair out. It seems he's been in this state ever since waking up, being bombarded with each and every task he had yet to do knowing he wouldn't have time in a single day to complete them all bothered him to no end because tomorrow would bring on even more tasks which piled onto the ones he still hasn't done and it keeps going and going and-

He gripped onto the counter before him to help steady himself and his breathing. He didn't need to think about that right now. Everything would be done eventually, he was doing his best and he couldn't do anything more, he knew that and desperately tried to reassure him of that whenever he could.

He gave himself an hour to tidy his house and he managed to do it in an hour and a half which irked him, he then moved onto lunch but only ate something small as he didn't feel like he had enough time to cook which made him grumpy and even more tired than he already was. Don't get him started on how much script writing and planning he still had yet to get done.

He usually got help from his friends - especially Joan - but it seemed everyone was busy today and he had to try and do at least some of it to keep on a schedule - he didn't want to leave his audience without a video for too long.

It was very overwhelming and his sides weren't having a great time either. Virgil had the worse of it, however, being Anxiety and all he couldn't help but worry over everything, even the small things which only worsened Thomas' state! It was a terrible back and forth battle that Virgil knew neither of them would win.

It exhausted him and by the end of the day he didn't feel the energy to stay up in bed until three am on Tumblr (which was a first).

Disgruntled, annoyed and wiped out Virgil appeared in Thomas' apartment to see him laying on the couch, laptop resting on his stomach, hands typing away at the keyboard. Virgil could see the bags under his eyes and wondered if they were darker than his makeup.

"Sanders" he called, voice groggy. Thomas lifted his eyes to stare at Virgil, barely managing a smile in his direction. "Heeyyyy bud" he dragged out, voice quiet and quite obviously tired. With an eye roll Virgil took away his laptop, saved his work and shut it down. All the while Thomas complained but he could barely sit up so couldn't give much of a hassle.

In the end he slumped in defeat, eyes closed, lips pulled into a frown. Virgil once again rolled his eyes at the sight but deep down he knew he felt the exact same way.

Grabbing a blanket, he draped it over himself before laying down next to Thomas, practically completely on top his host who didn't seem to mind - in fact he cuddled up to the warmth Virgil and his blanket suddenly gave him.

And finally there was peace.

The stress that ate away at both of them began to ease away as they cuddled and slipped in and out of consciousness, worries and anxieties that festered in their minds relaxed and faded away to be seen again in the future but for now? For now they were settled, giving the host and his favourite dark side some peace.

And, in the silence, Virgil barely managed a whisper. "Goodnight.."

Thomas' lips curled into a somewhat very tired smile. "Goodnight, Virge" he responded and finally the two succumbed to sleep, arms loosely wrapped around the other.

The next morning Patton appeared as he worried about his dark strange sons whereabouts but when he saw the scene his smile grew by tenfold and he squealed internally at how adorable he found it to be.

After pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads he sunk back into the mind to tell Roman and Logan who had to see for themselves.

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7:37pm