Virgil collapsed as soon as he shut the door, hiding his face with his hands he couldn't help the sobs that tore from his throat. He didn't know why he was so sensitive and he hated it. It was ridiculous to be upset over such a small argument, didn't matter how it showed just how poorly Roman viewed him, didn't matter how he'd finally started feeling truly excepted by the lights only to have those feelings crushed. No it was dumb, he felt dumb.
The fuzzy feeling he'd grown used to returned,plummeting him further into his headspace. It was even harder to control his emotions when he was this small, so he let himself cry. He didn't realize when another side materialized in his room, summoned by the small boys cries. Gloved hands reached down lifting Virgil up, holding him gently. The silver tong whispering constant reassurance and praises.
Janus new Virgil hated him, and that he would most definitely kill him when he was big again, but he couldn't help but fall back into the caregiver role ap on hearing his old friends cries. He helped the boy to his chest summoning a few extra arms to grab the littles paci and plush from the nightstands drawer. It didn't take long for Virgil to calm down, cries turning to soft babbles as he fell asleep in Janus's arms.
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Virgils little secret
FanfictionAfter a long day of filming, the anxious side Virgil returns to his mind scape stressed and tired. To help himself relax he engages in the coping mechanism known as age regression, will he keep his secret or will the others find out.
