conversations // prinxiety ✔

♥ 14 - dulces sueños ♥

*roman's pov*

You know, I didn't know I could fall even more head over heels for him, but he kissed my cheek.

I knew it was platonically, but holy shit.

After that, we talked for the whole rest of the day. Hours felt like minutes with him. We talked like we both completely forgot about the past and we were best friends.

I was about to turn off the light so we could sleep and said, "Hey Anxiety, I don't know if you want to go to your room or not-"

"My name's Virgil."

"Your name is Virgil?"

He nodded shyly.

"That's a beautiful name... Virgil."

"Th-thanks. And I think I want to stay here. Being alone is scary... Can I?"

"Of course you can, dear. Stay here whenever you want. I'd do anything for you."

He snorted. "You're such a sap."

"It's what I do best!" I exclaimed. "Do you want to change into some pajamas, by the way? It can't be comfortable sleeping with jeans."

"Yeah, sure."

I snapped and his black ripped jeans turned into fuzzy black pajama pants with the My Chemical Romance spider on it. He took off his hoodie and laid it on top of my desk after folding it.

"Sorry for being so messy in here. I'm trying to be neater. In my room, I would've carelessly thrown that hoodie at the wall instead."

"Don't worry about it. Do whatever you want."

"Cool."

Then he took his shirt off. My eyes widened at the sight.

"...do you sleep with your shirt on?" he asked, noticing my expression.

"Well, not all the time, but- whatever."

"I don't usually, but your room is warmer than what I'm used to."

"Oh, okay. Then make yourself comfortable."

♡

He murmured​ things I didn't quite catch while he was asleep. I was stroking his hair gently.

Finally, he said something coherently.

"Estoy encantada con tus maravillosos ojos y no puedo creer lo lindo que eres. Gracias por todo lo que has hecho por mí."

I am enchanted by your marvelous eyes and I can't believe how beautiful you are. Thank you for everything you've done for me.

He was totally still obsessed with Patton - talking about him even in his sleep. I sighed. It was the hardest thing ever to see him so heartbroken.

Wait- he can speak Spanish?

Whatever.

I kissed his forehead, being careful not to wake him up, and then pulled away and scooted on the opposite side of my bed.

He sleep scooted right next to me and whined.

I let out a short, breathy laugh and held him in my arms. He purred happily and I ran my fingers through his hair again.

"Dulces sueños, mi amor..." I whispered.

Dulces sueños.