"Confrontation" -A Prinxiety Fanfic

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Word count: 1811

Virgil's pov.

'So much for sleeping' I think to myself, glancing at the clock. I pull my thick bedspread tighter around my shoulders. It's three a.m. and it's freezing. Even more so than normal in my room.

The memory of Roman's hand on my arm, and the warmth it brought, suddenly popped into my head.

'I really don't want to think about this tonight.' I tell myself.

But my mind doesn't seem to care what I want. It goes right on ahead, beginning to think up a storm. It pesters so much that it stirs up a longing for his warmth, if only for him to touch me, and if even just from platonic concern.

'No, no, no. No, I definitely do not want that.' I warn, trying to burn the foolish thought from my mind.

I rationalize with myself, that the only reason I even dredged up the memory is because it's so cold.

'And because you're touch starved. You knew that sooner or later you would begin to crave someone's attention.' My brain argues with me.

'Look, we don't deserve nice, properly affectionate people. We. Are. Anxiety. I. Am anxiety. If I'm gonna ruin lives so often, I'm not allowed to have a happy ending. So shut up already, I'm just cold. I'm not going to die.' I lecture myself.

Suddenly my phone chimes, and it vibrates on my nightstand. I pick it up. Thomas texted me.

Thomas: before you think you're keeping me up, you're not, I'm working on some stuff, but what's gotten you so riled up?

EdgeTopic™: i'm so sorry. i forgot that you weren't blocking us out anymore. i just can't sleep.

Thomas: oh, ok. I can tell, but what's bothering you.

EdgeTopic™: idk. i was freaking out yesterday, and Roman put his hand on my arm, he was trying to calm me down. my room is so cold, and my mind is just constantly pestering me now, and it all started because i remembered that his hand felt warm. ugh, i just wanna sleep.

Thomas: ok... So it's 3 in the morning... And you can't sleep... And you're up thinking... About roman... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

EdgeTopic™: stop. you're making this sound weird.

Thomas: You stop. You're making my stomach queasy. I'm starting to feel nauseous. Why are you so anxious over thinking about him anyways?

EdgeTopic™: you stop asking me questions that make me anxious and i'll stop making you anxious. wym? i'm not anxious thinking abt him.

Thomas: Answer my questions honestly and I'll stop asking you questions that make you anxious. Dude, you do realize I can physically tell that you are anxious, right? And Everytime I mention him I get more anxious, which means you got anxious over me mentioning him?

Thomas: wait. What do you mean. You get anxious whenever anyone asks you a question??

EdgeTopic™: it's the honesty part making me anxious. because I don't know what the honest truth is! yes, i do realize.

Thomas: take a deep breath.

Thomas: good. Now that we don't feel like we're gonna toss cookies, I'll help you work through this, instead of making it harder.

EdgeTopic™: k.

Thomas: ok, so. Why can't you sleep?

EdgeTopic™: because I can't. my mind won't turn off.