It's Not Perfect, It's Love - Prinxiety

Are You Willing to Try?

<Prince's POV>

"I think that'll do for ideas for now." Thomas said, announcing the end of our brainstorming session. Patton and Logan bid their farewells and sank back into the mind.

"So, I'm going to go talk to Anxiety now. I'll come back and tell you his response soon." I say. Thomas says goodbye and I sink down.

I appear back in Virgil's room to find him on his bed, scrolling through what I think is Tumblr.

<Anxiety's POV>

I look up as Roman appears back in my room.

"Heya Princey." I greet him. He smiles and sits down on my bed next to me. "How did the new look go over?"

"They all really liked it, Patton says he wants you to do his next." He says, letting out a chuckle. I smirk.

"But Virgil, I have something I would like to ask about."

"Umm... Go ahead?" I say, confused as to why he sounds so serious all of a sudden.

Oh god. Did I do something wrong? Is it about the makeover? Did he actually not like it? Is he going to make fun of me?

"Do you think..." He starts hesitantly, speaking softly, like one might do to a frightened child, "Do you think you might be ready to see Thomas again?"

I freeze.

My eyes widen and I press myself against the wall behind me. Prince notices my obvious panic and tries to calm me, but it's too late.

~flashback~

Pain.

Extreme, nauseating pain. That's all I feel. The world is black around me. I can barely hear anything, and what I do is muffled.

The last thing I remember is movie night. I went to refill my drink, when I was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea and pain. My head was pounding and I suddenly blacked out.

Now I'm here, though I'm not exactly sure where here is. I mean, I'm probably passed out but what... Is this my subconscious or something? But how did I get here anyways? I mean... There's only one thing I know of that could have this effect on me... But that wouldn't happen... He wouldn't do that right?

Right?

~~~

"When I entered the kitchen I saw an open bottle of Anxiety pills on the counter."

He would.

~end flashback~

When I finally snap back to reality, I'm curled up in a ball. Roman is cradling me in his lap and rubbing calm circles into my back.

It's actually pretty nice.

I groan and uncurl myself, bringing my hand up to cradle my head.

"Oh my goodness, Virgil! Are you okay? What just happened?" Roman asks, frantically checking to make sure I'm not hurt.

"I'm fine. Just... bad memories" I say.

"This is my fault, I shouldn't have asked. I should have waited for you to talk to me about it. I-"

"Stop. Please don't blame yourself, that's my job." I cut Roman off, "I... I'll try... But you have to be the only other one there, just in case something like what just happened, happens again." I say.

"Are you sure?" Roman asks, "I don't want you to do anything your uncomfortable with." I nod.

"I... I'm sure."

A light smile appears on Prince's face. He seems happy that I'm going to at least try.

"Alright, I'll go tell Thomas." Prince says and disappears. I stare at where he was sitting just a moment before, then lay back on my bed, hands covering my face.

Dear god... What have I just agreed to?