Saving Prince Charming

Hope.

Anxiety woke in the early hours of the morning, jolting awake before Logic ever had the chance to recover his energy from the exhausting mess that was yesterday. He had been awakened by... things not as pleasant as the cotton-candy dreams he hoped that Logic was having [(he wasn't).]

...That was fine by Anxiety, though. He had errands to run, things to do, people to see. Wiping at his eyes and horribly smudging his (admittedly, already horribly smudged) makeup, he silently and gently untangled himself from Logic and sunk down, deciding that going out the door was too risky- it was fraught with the dangers of squeaking hinges and creaking floorboards. He needed Logic to sleep, and he needed to be quiet- it was near the witching hour, and that strange miasma of needing absolute quiet had already settled on the world.

[Too bad that that feeling is all too easily turned reality for Lo, now—]

No. He can't... he can't do this right now. So he sinks up, shaking his head, quickly traversing the hallway without giving himself time to think of what had happened there just hours before. Swiftly, his eyes locked on what he'd come here for— Lo's glasses. He stooped down to grab them and sunk back down, knowing that he had one other destination before he could return to the safety and comfort of Logic's room. Until then... he stuffed the spectacles into the soft pocket of his jacket, knowing the lenses would be safe from scratches there.

He rose up through the mindscape and through the solid ground of the stairs. He... he didn't really want to visit Thomas right now, it was... too painful, but it was his job. And it seemed as if... he was the only one who could, anymore. He padded up the stairs quietly, cautiously— not as if Thomas could hear him, besides; but he acted more for the superstition of morning than anything. Once he arrived, he saw as much as he had expected, though not quite what he had hoped for— Thomas lying in bed and scrolling through some social media or other, his face a mask of indifference. And it wasn't as if Anxiety had anything against spending time on the internet, as that was something he did himself, but it was four in the morning.

"Oh, Thomas..." he sighed. "Please take care of yourself a little, today?" he murmured the words, unsure if he was even heard.

But he had to go. He should probably get back before Logic woke up.

And so with that, he departed, carrying the weight of his uselessness with him.

...When he returned to Logic's room, though, he was in for a surprise.

"...Dad?"

Morality smiled from inside the door, waving as Logic shrugged helplessly from the bed.

I have no idea either.

...And Anxiety didn't know if he had enough energy to deal with anyone but Logic today, and this was certainly unexpected, but he didn't know what to do about it. What could he do about it? Logic seemed fine with him being there, so...

So he simply sat across from Logic on the bed, too out of emotional energy to even care remotely about what his makeup looked like at the moment. It was just Dad, anyway. Sure, he shunned him too, usually. But he was a lot nicer about it than Prince was.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot." Anxiety murmured, taking Lo's glasses out of his pocket and taking a moment to clean them with the sleeve of his jacket before placing them in their rightful place on Logic's face.

Logic smiled at the act.

Thank you.

"...I found some things to help, I think, I overheard some of what happened yesterday, Logic, so I thought this would be perfect." he smiled at the pair of them as he sat on the floor in the middle of the room, setting some books down in a semi-circle in front of him.