Maybe {Logicality}

Month four (Roman's POV)

(HAPPY HALLOWEEN (or hallows eve as it was originally called)! Also happy Samhain to my pagans, witches and Wiccans out there! And to celebrate, have a chapter!)

T.W.: mention of eating disorder, panic attack, mention of self harm

Also, this chapter is very emotional and contains a lot of references

"Romaaaannnnn..." Virgil groaned, "will you get me some foooood...?"

I chuckled, "Why don't we go get something together?"

"I don't want to get uuuuup..." He whined, pulling a blanket over his head.

I shook my head and pulled the blanket off, "if I carry you?"

"Hmmmm... fine..." He sighed, a small smile appearing on his face.

He climbed on my back and I gave him a piggyback ride to the commons. I set him down on the couch, but he didn't let go.

"Virge," I laughed, "You can let go now,"

"Shush, I'm sleeping." He said, clearly not even trying to sleep.

"Okay," I sighed and started to lay down, slightly crushing Virgil.

"Ro! No! Get off!" Virgil laughed, gently hitting my back.

"Okay! Okay!" I said, sitting up, "so what do you want?"

"You," he said, pulling me back down and kissing me.

"To eat," I said after we pulled away, "I ment what do you want to eat,"

"I know." He smirked.

I laughed, "you are an emo nightmare."

He gasped in mock hurt, "thank you,"

I laughed and kissed his forehead, "now for food, what do you want?"

"Ummm, spaghetti! Nyeh heh heh!" He giggled.

"As you wish," I chuckled, getting up.

"Have fun storming the castle," Virgil responded.

I laughed and started boiling water, "one two three four, I declare a time war,"

"Five six seven eight, daleks say exterminate," Virgil chuckled.

"Nine ten eleven twelve, the doctor died and silence... fell..." I trailed off.

"Twelve eleven ten nine, now let's travel back- Ro? Are you okay?" Virge asked.

I sighed, "it's just so quiet now..."

Virgil hugged me from behind, "we'll get him back, Deceit confirmed he's not dead."

"I know,"

"Here, let me finish cooking," he said, gently taking my hands away. I let him.

I sat down at the table. Soon a plate of spaghetti was placed in front of me. Virgil sat down and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered.

I kissed the top of his head, "I love you too."

We ate in silence. The food was good, amazing actually, but I didn't want it in my stomach. I'm 150 pounds, above underweight by twelve pounds.

I promised Patton that I would never be underweight again, but then again he's not here right now...

"Ro?" Virge said, breaking me out of my thoughts, "You good?"