TW// Cursing, panic attack, thunderstorm

Every side in the house woke at the first shattering crack of lightning.

Virgil jumped out of bed and hit a ninja pose with a small, frightened yell. No way, no one was about to catch Virgil sleeping on the job, he was going to fight... something. Whatever it was, he was fighting it-

Why... where was all this anxiety coming from? It was flooding into his system from somewhere else, and it was almost overwhelming. Virgil needed to sit down on his bed when he realized he was panting with the strain it took to keep up with the source. That meant one thing.... "Irrational fear," Virgil gasped. He needed to find the others.

Patton got tangled up in his sheets again. There was nothing new about that, Patton got tangled a lot, which was unfortunate, but he didn't usually mind. In this case however, he was a little confused, because he was a burrito but also a taco and somehow a quesadilla all in one, and how he got that way he would never know.

Thankfully, Patton had a savior, who worked quickly to untangle him. The moment his head was free, he smiled brightly. "Hey Vergie!" It was his sonnNnnnNnNN- "What's going on? I heard a weird noise and some Roman screams. Is the house breaking? We should fix it!" Spoiler alert: Patton talks a lot when he's scared.

With careful moves, Virgil started to disentangle the rest of the emotional trait. "Whoa whoa dad calm down-" wait, now he was more tangled? "How did you even do this?"

"I don't know it just happened and then you came and the house is breaking somehow so I don't think this is the worst of the situation honestly, but if you have to run just leave me behind kiddo-"

Virgil rolled his eyes, avoiding eye contact with Patton. "Shut it Pat. You're not princy and you're gonna be fine, I've- just got to get- arg! You untangled. Jeez, you're worse than Rapunzel."

That got a giggle out of the nervous dad. He squirmed a bit. Whatever was going on, it was crazy. "Verge, I love you!" Because of course, there was never a better time to profess familial love to his boyyyyyyy-

"I love you too, but later. Right now I need to get you out of this knot-"

"But- uwu!"

"Patton what- never mind."

Roman cut himself out of his sheets quickly with his sword. Shit! This was definitely not good He should have remembered to check the whether report before going to bed. Virgil and Patton's rooms were closest together, so he knew Virgil would be occupied with Patton, which was such a saving grace right now. The creative trait used his strong leg muscles, trained after years of fleeing from monsters to higher ground, to run full speed to Logan's room. Not good at all, no no no no-

He flung Logan's door open and scanned for him quickly. "Logan! I'm here, where are you? I shall save you!" Roman closed and locked the door behind him before checking the one place Logan may have gone. The closet. Interestingly enough, Logan was the only one of the sides in the mindscape that didn't engage in the denial/repression of Thomas's sexuality. He wasn't particularly involved in Thomas's identity, but he certainly wouldn't stand for pushing Thomas's huge problems to the side and ignoring them.

There he was, a trembling little mess, huddled back amongst the only trenchcoats and a mess of ties. He looked so small like that, hiding from the light and the piercing sound wave that followed it. Roman manifested his strongest noise-blocking headphones and climbed into the closet, scooching in close to Logan. "Hey, nerd... I understand. Put these on," he said, reaching out and handing them to his counterpart.

Logan's movements were sluggish as he reached out for the headphones. It was hard to move... he couldn't get out of his huddled ball. His watch hand grasped the headphones and slid them over his ears, where they fit snugly.

Roman sat down next to Logan (which was uncomfortable because he was sitting on top of a shoe, and no one liked to sit on top of shoes) and put his arms around the logical trait. "We can sit here as long as you require, dear Logan," he murmured, patting the logical trait's shoulder.

Another fierce crack of thunder shook the house and Logan yelped frightfully, jumping into Roman's arms and huddling against his chest. From here, the creative trait could feel just how bad Logan's quivers were. Thank goodness Roman was nowhere near this scared when he was around water. "Alright alright, Lo. I've got you. Deep, easy breaths." Comforting was about all Roman could do.

The minutes passed like honey dripping from a spoon. Roman couldn't tell just how long he sat with Logan before he heard the first few words, spoken sotto voce from Logan's lips.

"...I'm s-sorry."

Roman raised an eyebrow and looked down at the trait lying on his chest. "What for, Logan?"

"...'s not logical."

A deep sigh emanated from Roman's chest and he squeezed Logan's shoulder, gently rocking him back and forth. "Easy now. If the world was completely logical... if you were completely logical, I mean... what would the point of anything be, ya know?" Roman couldn't for a million years imagine anyone's life, even Logan's, devoid of anything but logic. That seemed so... lonely. Roman didn't want to think about how Logan felt.

Logan shifted and wrapped one arm around Roman's midsection, starting to breathe more calmly, now that he had a protector. "...thanks." He was small and scared, but through everything, he was grateful.

"Of course," Roman replied swiftly. "It is my job after all."

Nothing else needed to be said. Together, the two traits sat, waiting for the glorious sun to come up and wipe away the dreary clouds. Peace was what they needed.

At least Logan knew that he was going to be alright.