The Sanders Fleet

Neutrals - Platonic Analogical

{Possible trigger warnings: some discussion of panic, Remus is around, minor swearing

If I miss something, I apologize and please let me know}

Virgil hid in his room for two hours after the video with Remus. It was only after he had dealt with his own panic at the whole situation (after he absorbed and dealt with Thomas's unconscious panic and nervousness) that he rose up out of his room.

He appeared on the stairs in the apartment. By some miracle, no one else was around. Virgil took a few deep breaths with the 4, 7, 8 count, then started to school his thoughts.

In a few moments he had sunk and then risen up again.

"Hey, uh. Logan?"

Logan wasn't in view, but he never was when a side came into his room. The man had so much stuff that Virgil could never find him.

"Virgil? Just a moment."

Virgil fiddled with his hoodie strings, shifting from one foot to the other while Logan dug himself out of... wherever he was.

"Is something wrong?" 

"I... may have f*cked up."

Logan appeared from behind a large whiteboard covered in messy handwriting. "Whatever happened, I'm sure it's fixable. Let's talk through it."

Virgil nodded and the two of them took their usual seats on Logan's version of the couch that was in his room. Out of habit, he pulled his feet up under him and grabbed one of the pillows to hug in his lap.

"Alright." Logan sat down, pulling one foot up to rest on his other knee. "What happened?"

"You can't get mad about this."

Thomas's Logic grunted. "There's no point in becoming upset about something that cannot be changed. If it truly is bad, we will make a plan to work all of it out in a way that's beneficial."

"Right. I may have... accidentally..." Virgil stared down at the pillow, feeling like he was going to throw up. "Told Thomas I was a 'Dark' Side."

Logan raised his eyebrows, sitting up a little more. "What? Why?"

"You said you weren't gonna be angry."

"I'm not angry." Logan promised him quietly. "I'm... perplexed. It isn't true."

Virgil snorted derisively. "Well I never claimed to be a beacon of truth... I just. It got mixed up." 

"Talk me through the conversation." Logan leaned forward, putting both feet on the floor now as he rested his elbows on his knees.

"Okay so, Remus sank out and so did the rest of you. I think Thomas talked to someone, I'm not actually sure. I got so caught up in my own thoughts, with what Remus said...."

"The comment about old times." Logan nodded. "He did try pretty hard to out you."

"And so did Deceit." Virgil sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, definitely messing up his eyeshadow. "I know we agreed we had to keep them separated until we had a plan, but now they're at each others throats and they don't even know we are what we are. They're expecting us to take their sides."

 "I know. So you weren't paying attention." Logan prompted him quietly.

Virgil groaned. "Right. Thomas asked me if I was okay. I got going, talking about how I should know better than to fall for their sh*t, let their tricks get the better of me and- it just came out wrong, okay? I meant to say I lived with them but I ended up saying I was one."