This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 19

"Are you completely positive Thomas was not affected in any kind of way?"

Logan had been going over the same few words, finding new ways to arrange them or to make them sound differently as we all sat around Virgil, Me rubbing small circles into his back, noticing he still was shaking from the attack he had had earlier, Roman not even doing so much as looking in his direction and Logan practically pressing his nose against the screen of the small MacBook placed on the coffee table, checking Thomas' mood every three-point-five seconds.

"Did you... did you feel the blades?"
Virge looked up at me for a split second, a look of realization in his eyes as he remembered he was not alone in this anymore.
He nodded, and after a few seconds three words, so quiet it was barely understandable, slipped out of his mouth; 'the box too.'

I just wrapped my arms around him, Logan looking up for a moment just to stare at us as if we had gone completely insane. And Virgil just lets out a breath, his inhaling sharp and his exhaling as if he had held the breath for too long. 

I now knew how it felt to be like this, to feel as if all hope was lost as if nobody loved me.

And God, I would gladly take another attack for him if it meant it would take away just a splinter of the pain he must be feeling after his countless once.

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"Am I that bad to be around?"

The words leaving my lips sounded raw and cold, showing no signs of emotion at all.
I felt myself leave the common room, slamming the door behind me. 
I felt myself walking towards Patton's room, my only clear thought being the one that his room would cheer me up immediately.

I knocked on the surprisingly warm wood, my eyebrows raising every so slightly as I realized Logan was sat on Patton's bed, a blanket wrapped around him with an empty looking spot beside him where Patton must've been sitting.

"I- I can leave if it's not a good time right now?" I said, not sure of how to react to the painfully obvious signs of a relationship between the two of them.

"No it's okay Ro, what do you need?"

That question made the events that had taken place, which I had forgotten about for a split second after realizing Logan, in fact, was wearing Patton's cat onesie, flooded my head again, my eyes watering instantly

"Oh dear." Patton just said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me in, making me sit on the spot that was meant for him beside a very uncomfortable looking Logan.

"What happened, dear?" 

Patton's voice always had this incredibly calming tone to it. Whenever he would try to calm you down your mind would be sent into immediate safe mode just by looking at the care and fatherly love for all of us.
Well me and Virgil that is. His relationship with Logan appeared to be a tad bit deeper than just platonic.

I tried to speak but found myself tripping on my words and the only noises I was able to produce where the gibberish of a one-year-old.

"It's okay Ro, take your time." 

Suddenly I knew I would be able to speak.
The lump inside of my throat would not block the words I was about to speak.
And I knew this would send Patton flying towards Virgil, maybe even screaming his name as he tried to make sure the other was doing okay.

So I swallowed and prepared for what was about to come.

"Virgil went into his room again."