Sanders Sides One Shots

The Talk - Analogical

Virgil needs to talk to Logan, they're both a little anxious. They work out their feelings.

Warnings: minor anxiety

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"We need to talk."

Those words were like an ice bath of water had been tipped over him. He stops stock still, blinking at his friend. The short, self proclaimed emo was avoiding his gaze, instead very interested at his hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. So, Logan sighs.

"Okay," he says, looking down his dorm hallway before gesturing to his own room, "shall we-?"

"Yes," Virgil says and takes off in the direction of Logan's dorm, the dorm he's been in many times before over the two years they've known each other now.

Logan opens the door and lets Virgil in before going in himself. Virgil sits down on his desk chair, so, Logan sits himself upon those navy sheets on his bed, almost picking at the material under his hands.

He says nothing, waiting for his friend to go first, it's far too awkward. And Logan realises that Virgil won't speak first, far too anxious apparently over this thing that he and Logan need to talk about.

"Virgil," he says, reminding himself to keep his voice soft and gentle as to not startle the other, "you know you can tell me anything, right, V? And that I won't judge you or hate you for anything you've done or need to say."

"I know, I know," Virgil sighs out, clearly exasperated, he's heard this all before and from Logan too, he mostly appreciates it but not now. This is too important. But also anxiety inducing.

"Virgil, talk to me," Logan says, soft and genuine, leaning forward on his elbows resting on his thighs, trying obviously to catch Virgil's eye.

Virgil lets him, he looks at Logan. Really looks at him. At those worried big, blue eyes behind those dorky glasses, his fair hair ruffled and messy - which it usually is at this time in the evening after classes - and already changed into his comfortable clothes, grey joggers and a black, long sleeved t-shirt.

And Virgil shouldn't have really looked at him in such detail. It's only making matters worse.

"Virgil," Logan goes to speak again, probably a long rant about how much Virgil means to him or something.

But Virgil interrupts him.

"I'm in love with you, L."

His voice is so soft, so quiet, so shy.

"Oh, Virge," Logan stutters out, "I, uh, I had no idea- I didn't think you thought of me like this, I, well, it's unexpected to say the least but I-"

"God, Logan, just tell me you don't feel the same, you don't have to let me down gently," Virgil almost yells out, coming out of the chair to stand but then he doesn't know what else to do with himself. So, he just stands there. Hands sweating and fingers gripping at this hoodie sleeves still.

"Virgil, I-" Logan starts, coming to a stand too opposite Virgil, "I like you too, and I guess I didn't think you'd feel the same because I'm, well, I'm me Virgil I'm not used to anyone liking me let alone something more than that. But, but I like you too a lot, V, I have done for a while and, well, I'm glad you said something now otherwise I might never have done."

Virgil takes a sharp breath, clearly not having anticipated this positive outcome.

"Logan, you sweet, sweet dumbass," he says, his sarcasm coming back to him, his anxiety obviously calming, and Logan pulls a face, "how could I not like you? You're you, you're smart and sarcastic and funny but not like regular funny, funny in your own way, and I like it. And the way you're soft and casual around me, you lose your stoic face and all that's left if the nerd underneath who I've come to adore so much."

There's a beat of silence. Too long and a little tense.

And Logan reaches out, struggling to grab Virgil's hand underneath his long hoodie sleeves, laughing gently as Virgil has to help him.

"I, uh, I adore you too, V," Logan mutters, obviously flushing at the admission, "and I'm not good at this sort of stuff but if you'd like to I'd, um, like to date you, Virgil."

Virgil breaks out into a grin, something so uncommon and strange and beautiful gracing his features that Logan is almost sure his heart stops for a second or two.

"I'd like to date you too, L," he says, smile softening to a gentle sort of smirk which Logan can't help mirroring.

"So," Virgil says, gesturing towards Logan's bed then tugging on Logan's hand, "why don't we watch some nerdy documentary and maybe have some snacks?"

Logan hums, tugging on Virgil hand in return and interlacing their fingers, "that sounds most satisfactory, V. Although I thought you were a snack."

Virgil sputters out laughter at that.