Anxious Relationships

Part 1: Anxiety - Prince[y] 1.5

I look at Roman, his features scream confusion and regret. I can just feel his remorse and guilt oozing off him.

"Why did you take those pictures, Roman? And send it to us? He didn't seem to be enjoying himself at all. Did you just want to mortify and humiliate him enough to never come out of his room?"

"No, I . . . I just didn't think things through." He says facing the floor.

I can gradually feel anger on Anxiety's behalf welling up inside me, maybe some disappointment too.

"Why don't you come inside. I'll get us some snacks." I need to cool down.

Princey nods, still looking down, and wordlessly steps into my room.

~

I'm on my way back from getting an updated version of an encyclopedia. I can't wait to learn so much more things! I must not be paying attention because I bump into Morality.

"Sorry, Logan." Patton looks troubled.

"Um, no, it was my fault - are you alright?"

Patton looks up at me with a slightly pleading and hopeful expression, "Logan?"

"Y-yes?" I'm uncertain of what's about to happen, or how I feel about it.

"I need you to do something for me."

"And what might that be?"

"Can you please go see if Virgil is okay?"

. . . 

"Logan!"

"I'm sorry Patton, I just . . . I'm not . . . This just seems more like your department."

"But Roman needs me now, and we can't leave Virgil alone right now."

"Why not, doesn't he prefer to be by himself?"

"Didn't Roman send you the pictures?"

I check my phone and see a text notification from 'The Prince'. "I don't think Virgil would want you to see those."

"Do Princey's stupid decisions never come to an end?" I groan. They seemed so unnecessary but, I guess we do a lot of things that aren't needed.

"Can you please check up on him?" Patton was working those puppy dog eyes again, I'm not even sure he realizes.

"Patton . . . What would I say?"

"Just ask how he's doing."

"But what if-"

"Sorry Logan, I've been out for a suspiciously long time. I'm sure you'll figure the rest out!" I can only watch in bitterness as Patton scurries over to the kitchen.

"El Príncipe es estúpido . . . " I mutter to myself as I make my way towards Virgil's room.

~

Patton finally returns with a tray of crackers and some juice. He gives me an encouraging smile.

"Hey, kiddo," he says quietly. He sets the tray on the table and sits next to me.

"Hi."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asks cautiously.

I look down at the cup of tea and sigh. "Mmm, well . . . you know how Anxiety's been hanging out with you guys?"

" . . . Yes."

"Well, I was waiting for my turn but . . . "

"Now Roman, you know Virgil takes things at his own pace and he may have just needed a little more time, seeing as you two aren't exactly the best of pals."