Sanders' Sides Oneshots

Through the Wall (Prince x Anxiety)

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Roman was woken up by a strange noise coming from somewhere near him. He was confused, but after taking a moment to wake up more and collect his thoughts he realized it was coming from the room next to his. He knew that Virgil's room was there, and after listening more closely he registered the sound as crying. While he would usually ignore any sounds and get some more sleep Roman felt concerned for the anxious side, and wondered what was troubling him.

"Virgil..?" He called out, hearing the sound stop for a moment.

"What do you want, Roman?" He answered back, not sounding as annoyed as usual. He just sounded sad, but he didn't seem like he really wanted to be left alone. Roman hesitated before answering back.

"Are you... doing alright? It sounds as though you're crying." He said nervously, really concerned about the trait next door to him.

"I'm fine." He heard Virgil snap back. "What do you care anyways? Wouldn't you just make fun of me if I was?"

"Of course not! I was feeling a little worried about you, but if you don't want someone to talk to than can you keep it down? People need sleep, you know." Roman shot back, frowning. There was silence on the other side of the wall, and Roman started to pull the covers back over him to get more sleep when he spoke again.

"I'm sorry." It was obvious he was crying now. It had gotten louder. "I didn't mean to wake you up. Someone to talk to would be.. kind of nice, right now."

"What's wrong?" Roman asked cautiously, wanting to help. He heard Virgil sigh loudly.

"Just.. some stuff I don't want to talk about. Mostly just me being... anxious. The usual." He replied vaguely, and Roman accepted that that was the only answer he was going to get.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it would you like a distraction? Something to keep your mind off of it?" Roman offered.

"That.. sounds nice, yeah." Virgil agreed, and Roman launched into a long conversation about anything and everything. Thinking of things to talk about came easy to him, being creativity, and he could come up with topics for hours.

That was exactly what he ended up doing, talking with Virgil into the early hours of the morning. The crying he heard had stopped hours ago, and now Virgil was talking to him enthusiastically(as enthusiastically as he could get, at least) about the darker side of Disney. They had talked so long their throats hurt, and they had to fight to keep their eyes open, which was becoming more and more difficult every word they spoke.

After Virgil finished his statement there was a long silence between the two of them, both of them yawning and fighting off sleep.

"Getting tired?" Roman called through the wall, and it took a moment for him to get an answer.

"I'm always tired. Are you?" He shot the question back to Roman.

"A little." He lied. There was a long silence between the two of them, and then he spoke again. "Okay, I'm pretty tired."

"I thought so," Virgil laughed, and Roman smiled. Virgils laughter was rare, but nice to hear. "It is nearly two. You don't have to stay up with me any more."