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A Little Worried

TW self-harm, self-deprecation, cursing

Sun Jan 24

Virgil spent all of work thinking about the argument he had. It wasn't that bad, was it? He just... pissed Logan off a bit. He's had some time to cool off now, maybe they could fix things? Logan had seemed like he wanted to say something before he left, but he just walked out. Virgil groaned and pulled at his hair. He shouldn't have walked out like that. He didn't even think about how it'd make Logan feel when he did it.

He ran his fingers through his hair and paced outside while he waited for Logan. Why was he late? Was he that upset? He was very surprised to see Patton's car pull into the parking lot. Virgil checked his phone. He didn't have any messages. Sure enough, Patton stepped out and gave him a smile.

"Logan said he got stuck with some late-night customers and it'll take them longer to close tonight. He asked me to come get you. Did he not tell you?"

Virgil checked his phone again before shaking his head.

"Oh. That explains why you're so surprised."

"Did... did he sound upset?" Virgil asked hesitantly.

Patton frowned.

"No, why? Did something happen?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure," Virgil lied.

He didn't want to drag Patton into anything. Especially if he didn't need to. The two rode back in silence. Virgil didn't really feel like talking at the moment. He stared out the window and thought about what to do. Logan wouldn't lie to Patton. He didn't seem like the type to avoid others. He didn't avoid Hannah. So why did he still feel like Logan was trying to avoid him? He couldn't have upset him that much. Could he?

Once they got back on campus he went straight to his room and got changed. He laid in bed pondering everything. He felt really stupid. Why couldn't he just talk about it? Maybe he wouldn't be in this situation if he did. He smacked his head a few times and pulled the blankets up. His head stung a little but he didn't care. He just stared at the wall. Soon the voices came back.

You're a bad friend.

You're so stupid.

Pathetic.

You can't do anything right.

He hardly even realized he was scratching his arm until it started burning. He looked at it for a second before continuing. He didn't care about it right now. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now. Why should it? His dad hated him, he was a bad friend, and he couldn't even drive a car anymore. What good was he?

His arm felt like it was on fire where he had scraped it. It burned and somehow felt cold at the same time. He wasn't sure how long he laid there before the door creaked open.

"Virgil?" Logan whispered.

He didn't bother moving as Logan shuffled around behind him. He didn't want to be awake right now. He heard Logan sigh before he heard more shuffling and the creaking of Logan's bed. He laid still with his eyes closed as the silence pressed in on his ears. He could hear Logan's soft breathing from across the room and the occasional creaking of the bed. That was one of the things he didn't like about nights: the quiet and the darkness. He turned onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling. He allowed himself to just feel empty. He hated this feeling. It sucked. But he didn't know how to get out of it.

Mon Jan 25

Virgil woke up to the sound of an alarm. He didn't remember falling asleep. He sat up groggily and turned towards the alarm. He saw Logan turn it off and start getting ready. Virgil fell back into the bed. It was so soft and warm. Surely he could just stay for a few more min-