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Anxiety's Room and Flower Crowns (Morality x Anxiety)

Patton's POV

I was in the kitchen, cracking eggs and watching over sizzling bacon as part of making breakfast for everyone. The eggs were set in the pan and stirred, and bacon was flipped at the right time to make each strip perfectly crunchy. Everything was set onto four plates, and each plate with its respective utensils were set on the table, when I finally called for everyone to have breakfast.

Logan was the first in the kitchen, followed closely by Roman. Virgil hadn't appeared yet, but that wasn't uncommon. He never was a morning person, and it was nearly impossible to get him up on days when we slept in my room all cuddled up together under warm blankets.

We had all sat down at the table in our spots and started eating, Anxiety always felt bad when we waited for him, so we started without him. Two minutes went by until we finally heard a door shut, followed by shuffling feet. However, there were other noises. We heard a cough, and some sniffles, and even a sneeze come from the direction of the hallway.

When Anxiety walked in his nose was red from where he had rubbed his foundation off with tissues, the bags under his eyes were worse than normal, and he looked just plain exhausted.

"Anxiety, what's wrong kiddo? Are you sick?" I was concerned for my boyfriend, he already didn't sleep enough but I knew when he was sick he usually didn't sleep at all. He looks so tired.

The only response I got from him was a slight nod of his head, as he shuffled to his seat, about to sit down when I stopped him. "Virge, go back to your room, you need to rest. Once I finish with the dishes I'll bring you your breakfast. Okay, love?" I only wanted what was best for him, so I ordered him to go back to his room and lay down, while I brought stuff to him.

"I don't want to be a bother, I'm okay. Really. It's just a small cold. I'll be fine." Anxiety shrugged off my suggestion and sat down, but I was having none of it. I was going to look after my boyfriend whether he liked it or not.

"Virgil. I will pick you up right now and take you to your room if you don't get up and do it yourself." I said sternly, but he knew I was doing it for his own good.

"Fine. But only because I don't want to burden you by making you carry me." Before I could respond back saying that none of this was a burden, he was out of the kitchen and in the hallway, breakfast on the table still untouched.

I hurried to do the dishes, and when I finished I grabbed the plate of Anxiety's food, quickly heating it up a bit, and grabbed a glass of water, along with some medication to help with the cold symptoms.

Once I had gathered things up and headed down the hallway, I found myself in front of Virgil's bedroom door. Then it hit me. I've never been In his room before, no one has, and I'm his boyfriend. I expected the room to be the stereotypical angsty teen room, with dark walls, no windows, with all black furniture and decoration. I knew that Virgil was much more than that, but I knew he also valued his image around the others.

When I knocked on the door, it opened slightly, and what I saw truly shocked me. The room was nothing like I had imagined. Each wall was a light cream color, with large windows adorning each wall. Lights hung off ever corner in the room and there was a simple chandelier in the middle of the room. The carpet was an off white, and was very plush. Sheer curtains hung open from every window, and light was streaming in from outside. His bed was cream, gold, and red pattern, something I would have more expected from Prince. I expected band posters to fill the walls but instead found something else. There were pictures hanging everywhere of all of us smiling and laughing, not even I had this many pictures hung up in my room. Over by a mirror in the corned or the room stood a rack filled with different colored flower crowns, and noticed that two slots in the rack didn't have anything.