Sanders Sides One Shots

Not Knowing

*Trigger Warning Storms and Panic Attacks. This is hurt and comfort, so it's kinda angsty.*

To saying it was storing outside would be an understatement. The power had gone out a couple of times and there was severe weather warning in full effect. A few nearby trees had already been knocked and hail had put a crack in Anxiety's window. This all added up to Anxiety having a full blown panic attack.

His breathing was erratic, his heart was beating so fast that he swore it was going to beat right out of his chest at any moment, and his thoughts just kept focusing on the bad things that could happen, like all the damage, and all the people who could get hurt.

 And- oh god, Roman had gone on a quest earlier and Anxiety hadn't seen him come back. He was probably stuck in the storm right now, or he'd been struck by lightning and was dead, or he'd been injured and was now dying alone in some alleyway. Anxiety brought his knees up to his chest and gripped his head as he cried. 

It was all too much. He couldn't even call out for help, his voice had been swept away by his repeated thoughts. Everything was falling apart and he had no idea how to fix it. He just wanted to fix it, to make and keep everything and everyone safe. Was that too much to ask?

A knock on the door. Anxiety didn't want anyone to see him like this so he ignored it and hoped whoever was there would just leave. He heard the doorknob turn and the sounds of someone walking towards him.

"Anx! Are you ok?!?" The familiar voice belonging to none other than Roman asked, concern coating every word.

"I'm fine, go away," Anxiety replied, trying to put an edge to it, but failing miserably making Roman even more concerned.

"I won't make you talk about, but I won't leave either," Roman said, joining Anxiety on the bed.

"Why, why do you even care?" Anxiety sniffled, looking up, his face red and his eyes filled with tears. He looked so breakable and in that moment Roman realized just how much he wanted to protect the other.

"Because no one deserves to feel this way. Because I care about you. Because I love you," with each sentence Roman's voice got quieter until Anxiety couldn't hear the love confession.

"Some people do. I do," Anxiety said, not able to believe that he wasn't the monster his mind made him out to be.

Roman shot up, turning Anxiety's head so that they were staring each other dead in the eye and said, "That's not true. That will never be true. You don't deserve any of this pain. Do you hear me? You don't deserve to feel this way. You are a good person,"

They held eye contact for a few moments in complete silence. Roman suddenly realized what he was doing and let go of Anxiety's head, blushing the entire time. He liked his lips and tried to steady his heartbeat, avoiding Anxiety's gaze the entire time. Roman got up to leave and Anxiety grabbed his arm holding on, waiting for something, neither what, but the silence was like a wall between them.

The wall was broken by a whispered, "Please stay with me. I don't want too, no I can't be alone tonight,"

In response Roman silently climbed into the bed once again, this time wrapping his arms around Anxiety and bringing him close to his chest and whispered into Anxiety's ear, "Of course. As long as you want me I'll be here,"

It wasn't an explicit confession, neither of them even knew it was a confession, but both understood what in meant in their hearts. 

The next morning Logan came in to ask Anxiety if he was going to join them for breakfast and saw the two cuddling. Logic retrieved a notebook and opened it to a page that had to columns labeled get-along and hatred. Get-along had about three times more checkmarks than hatred and had just gained another.