It's All In Your Head (Platonic Analogical w/ hints of Logicality+Prinxiety)

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TW: Distant thoughts of others not caring and talk of a past anxiety attack

It's very short, I know. Leave my alone.
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Logans POV(DIDN'T KNOW THESE EXISTED, DID YA?!)

It was the middle of the night, I was working on a project that Thomas had got himself stuck with. I was currently dividing 12768 by 672(I will be impressed if someone did this without a calculator.), by hand, I might add. I don't trust the calculators reliability. I know Patton had said that this was horrible for my health, and I know I should listin to my boyfriend. But, this needed to be finished.

I then heard  knock at the door when I had found the answer to my problem(HA! If only it was that easy!),  I opened the door to find a shaken Virgil. He had tear marks going down his cheeks, his pupils were as small as they can be despite it being dark, he was also shaking like a leaf during a storm. His hair was ruffled and tangled(heh), And he was hugging his headphones and phone. It was obvious he was recovering from an attack.

Without any words said, I swiftly ushered him into my sleeping quarters. It was messy, but, that's what happeneds when you work for to long without breaks.

He sat on my bed, me bring next to him. I looped one of my arms around him, I knew that he would usualy go to Roman, but, he is probably worring of being a burden to him. "What are you worring of?" I began at in infinitecimal volume, as to not startle the fragile Virgil before me.

He uttered back, "How you guys wouldn't care if I faded in my room, alone."

"Virgil, you know we 'll care about you a great deal, Roman would metaphorically go down a dark hole of depression, Patton would be lost, and, me, I would be devastated. We do not just care about what would happen to Thomas, we would miss you, Virgil."

He sniffed, and smiled at me, very rare for someone to see. He stood up and silently thanked me, leaving my room. I then forgot all about my work and passed out on my bed, first taking off my glasses and loosening my tie.
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~Andy

WORD COUNT: 390

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