Random Sanders Sides Stuff

Valentines

Tw: Brief mention of self-loathing, let me know if I missed anything. Just so you know, this is pretty short, I wrote it during lunch at school a while ago.

I look around in surprise as I rise back up, I have to admit it's strange for something I do to actually help Thomas, no matter what the intentions were. I'm glad I did, but frankly I'm just happier that we got off the subject of finding a valentine. The only reason I even said anything was because I hate the day with a passion, I was willing to do anything to stop people talking about it.
"Well that's a surprise. Usually it's the other way around." I say to myself, starting to make my way back to my room. Roman stops me, his eyes cold.
"You've got that right, usually you end up hurting him." I look up at him, raising my eyebrows.
"I accidentally helped him while trying to make him upset. The only reason I was trying to hurt him though was because I hate Valentines day" More than I hate myself "more than you hate me. You know firsthand that when there's something you loathe, you're willing to do anything to get rid of it, even if it means hurting someone else. But anyways, back to the main subject. Flip this sentence: I helped someone while trying to hurt them." He glares, but does so nonetheless.
"I hurt someone while trying to hurt them. I don't see how this applies." He says coldly, and I resist the urge to facepalm. Do I need to spell it out for him?
"Well the first sentence was true for right now, but I said the opposite is what usually happens. You flipped the sentence, and what you said is what almost always happens to me." I say, and his eyes widen. He decides to ignore this however, and go back to something else I said.
"Well then what did you mean that I know firsthand?" Wow. I thought it was impossible for someone to be more dense, but he always manages to surprise me.
"You're looking at the thing you tried to get rid of." I say bluntly, before turning to walk away. He reaches out to grab me, but I duck my arm away. He still looks confused.
"What thing?!" He exclaims, making me flinch back at the sheer volume of his voice.
"Me!" I shout, storming back to my room before anyone else can try to stop me. I slam the door, sitting against it as I try to calm myself down. It's going to be a long day for me.

Roman's P.O.V.
I can't believe it! The one time that he actually helps Thomas, and he's still trying to hurt him! Just when I thought there might be some good in him, he's still being a dark and brooding character, trying to hurt others.
I try to hide my embarrassment, turning it into insults. I thought he might, underneath all of his harsh words and darkness, be a nice person. He might care. But I guess he doesn't, not for us at least.
"Well that's a surprise, usually it's the other way around." He mutters to himself, but he doesn't look upset. He actually looks relieved. I walk over to him, glaring.
"You've got that right, usually you end up hurting him." I say, making him look up at me.
"I accidentally helped him while trying to make him upset. The only reason I was trying to hurt him though was because I hate Valentines day" he seems to pause, changing his words "more than you hate me. You know firsthand that when there's something you loathe, you're willing to do anything to get rid of it, even if it means hurting someone else. But anyways, back to the main subject. Flip this sentence: I helped someone while trying to hurt them." What does he mean I was willing to hurt someone to make something I hate disappear? Regardless, I do as he asks.
"I hurt someone while trying to hurt them. I don't see how this applies." I say, but I have to hold back the unease building up in my stomach. I see where he's going with this, I just don't like it. Maybe if I play dumb he'll get too embarrassed to say it?
"Well the first sentence was true for right now, but I said the opposite is what usually happens.
You flipped the sentence, and what you said is what almost always happens to me." My eyes widen, and I desperately search for something to say to get us away from this topic. I can't handle it right now, not in this unstable mindset.
"Well then what did you mean that I know firsthand?" It is something I was genuinely want to know, but it's also just something to talk about.
"You're looking at the thing you tried to get rid of." He says in a deadpan voice, starting to walk away. My stomach drops, but I reach out, panicking internally. Maybe, just maybe, there's a chance he's not saying what I think he means? I hope so.
"What thing?!" I exclaim, wincing at how loud I say it. He flinches back, I guess some of the panic overtook me for a moment.
"Me!" He shouts, bolting away. I drop my arms, my eyes wide. He was saying that. I just can't believe he would actually admit it.
I can't believe that I pushed him to saying it. He was trying to get out of the situation, but I kept holding him here, so he couldn't do anything. It's been me this entire time. I'm the monster.

I'm currently  just updating things that are already finished, and probably have been for a long time, I just did them in Google docs so I never updated them here. Thanks for reading though.