Breathing | Prinxiety

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By this point, Roman no longer had any idea how long he'd been sat in the small wooden chair he had placed by Anxiety's bed, but it was far too long. He was getting very close to making someone else sit in for a bit while he got some sleep when he finally awoke. Prince felt tears prick at his eyes as he watched Anxiety open his eyes and take in his surroundings slowly, before making eye contact with Prince. He looked back down again.

"Oh my god, you're awake!" Prince exclaimed, tears gushing down his cheeks. "Do you have any idea how much you worried us? How could you do that?"

Anxiety snorted. "Wow. Seconds of being awake and I'm already the villain once again. Why didn't you just let me die, if you feel so strongly?"

Roman cursed under his breath. "Crap. Is this how we always are?" Anxiety nodded, confused. "Fuck. Look, I'm so sorry for how we've treated you, me in particular. The others have gone to talk to Thomas about it so I think we've got some time before they're back. How about we try and start again? I can get to know you without any unfair assumptions towards you. I cannot express how sorry I am, and I swear I will do everything in my power to make it up to you. If you would let me. I understand if not, but I'd really like to be able to-"

"Fucking hell, Princey. Slow down. And yes, that sounds great. Thank you," both of their faces flushed at Anxiety's response. "Can I get changed into something more comfortable first? These bandages are kind of irritating so I think I'll change them and get into some pyjamas if that's ok."

"Yes, of course! I'll go wait in my room. Just come through when you're done." Prince smiled gently at Anxiety, who was sat awkwardly fiddling with the corner of his sheets.

"Ok. And, thank you."

"Well it's not like I'm going to refuse to let you get changed!"

"No, for -uh- never mind. I just-"

"It's ok."

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there's way too much dialogue in this holy shit sorry