The Tragedy of Roman and Virgil

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Roman's POV:

I look down at Virgil to see that he's asleep. I hold him closer to me and put the blanket over us. Still asleep, Virgil's arms wrap around my shoulders, cuddling his face in my neck. I blush. He's adorable! I wish I could keep him here forever and ever and ever, loving him and kissing him. But as everyone knows, we all die at some point. Though, hopefully, when we all die, it's at the same time. I don't want to ever leave Virgil and I don't want him to ever leave me. It would break me.

He hasn't acted any differently so that's good. Apparently being almost forgotten hasn't affected him at all. He's still his old sarcastic, emotistical, emo nightmare, edgy self. I was actually afraid of that. Him coming back and not being himself. Being the exact opposite. Being like me. I don't think I could take it. It would be like losing him all over again. But fortunately, that didn't happen. He remembers all of us and everything. Though, I have a feeling that I'll be clingy for awhile. I lost him once. I don't want to lose him again. Never ever again.

"Good morning, Roman!"

I jump at the voice but relax when I see that it's Patton. "Good morning, Patton."

Patton smiles until he looks down at me and Virgil's position. My face turns bright red and I pull the blanket over us even more. "LOGAN!" Patton screams. "THERE ARE NAUGHTY ACTIONS GOING ON IN THIS HOUSE!" Fuck.

Logan rushes down the stairs and then his eyes land on me and Virgil. He starts laughing and says to Patton, "It is normal for two people who are in love and haven't seen each other in a long time to have inter-"

"DON'T SAY IT!" Patton screeches.

"But you and Logan have done it-" I begin, but Patton interrupts me.

"DON'T MENTION THAT!" God, what is his problem? "Now, Roman, I am giving you and Virgil a talk. Okay? I do not want this naughty behavior to happen again."

I roll my eyes. "Who do you think you are? My dad?"

"I am your dad! And Logan is the mom."

Logan fixes his tie and says, "Since when have I been the mom?"

"Since forever!" Patton shouts excitedly.

Then Thomas rushes in and shouts, "WHERE'S VIRGIL?!"

I quickly put Virgil underneath me and mostly cover him with the blanket. Thomas seems very pissed off and I don't want Virgil to deal with his attitude this morning.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him," I say.

"Nor have I," Logan states. I sigh. Good, he's protecting my lie.

"Me either," Patton says. Thank you God for giving me understanding friends. "But why are you so mad at him, kiddo?"

Thomas sits down in a chair and crosses his arms over his chest. "He caused me to have a panic attack while I was asking out Joan. Now he probably doesn't even want to be with me anymore. He probably thinks I'm a loser or something." He hangs his head low and while everyone else looks at him in pity, I look at him in anger.

"It's not Virgil's fault that you had a panic attack," I say. "He probably didn't detect your anxiety so he couldn't take it all in. Also, he's recovering from being dead, so he's probably not strong enough yet."

"He probably didn't detect your anxiety because he was feeling...other things," Logan says. I shoot him a glare and he chuckles. I hate him right now.

"Well, I'm sure Joan doesn't hate you!" Patton says. "I think he still wants to be with you! And don't blame Virgil. It's not his fault. Next time you see Joan, tell him how you really like him and that you want to be with him. I'm sure he'll agree to be your boyfriend!"

"He would be my boyfriend right now if Virgil didn't fuck everything up like usual!" Thomas shouts. Okay, now he's pissing me off. "I hate him so fucking much sometimes! He just...he just makes me so mad! Maybe I should take those anxiety pills."

I feel something move under me and I look down to see Virgil curled up in a ball, shaking. I run my fingers through his hair and whisper in his ear so only he can hear, "How long have you been awake?"

"Ever since Patton walked in," he whispers through his almost inaudible sobs. My poor little baby. I keep running my fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down, but it doesn't help. He keeps on shaking and crying, now gripping at his hair.

"Hey, don't do that," I whisper, gently taking his hands away from his hair, holding his hands in mine. "Do you want me to take us out of here?" He nods.

Leaving the others confused, I snap my fingers to be in my room, fully dressed and underneath the cover. I hug him and tangle our legs together so he can have all of my warmth. I keep on running my fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings in his ear, but nothing helps. Thomas' words affected him a lot. This is like the night when Thomas had that stupid party. I hope he calms down soon.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay," I say.

He looks up at me, tears covering his cheeks. "Are- are yo- you s-sure?"

I nod. "Yeah, of course I'm sure! Everything will be okay in the end. And everything is okay right now. Okay?"

He sniffles and says, "You say okay too much."

I chuckle. "I'm just emphasizing how okay everything is."

He chuckles. "Hmmm, dork."

"Yeah, but at least I'm your dork."

He blushes and cover his face with his arms. "I hate it when you make me blush...!"

"Are you sure about that?"

He uncovers his face and says, "No..."

I chuckle and sweep in for a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too."