Sanders Sides School For The Troubled Youth

Virgil: The boys are being tender again

Song: Lovely by Twenty one pilots

You want some unnhhh motherfucking Hurt & comfort????

Tw: scars, panic attack, mention of past self harm, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, eating disorder, food mention

"Wake up Mr. Frowntown" Roman murmured to his boyfriend before letting out a yawn.

When no response came he gently shook the other's shoulders. Virgil turned his head slightly and from the looks of it he probably hadn't slept at all. It was Wednesday and if they didn't get up soon they would miss breakfast.

They still slept in the same bed but the emo had been oddly resistant to being touched lately. At night he hid away under blankets and during day he was gone for long hours of time.

"I'll catch up later" Virgil mumbled turning back towards the wall.

"...Okay. Text me if you need anything" He had already done his morning routine so he could just leave but a dark feeling of worry started to seep in under his skin. Leaving Virgil here when he was acting weird reminded him to much of the morning Remus overdosed. "Love just promise everything's alright? Or well if it's not say something about it I guess. Don't just stay quiet"

"Stop caring so much about me. Go" Virgil almost whispered hiding more into his hoodie.

"I-"

"Just listen this once. I'm okay, just tired" The tone of his his voice suddenly turned irritated almost angry.

"Sure..." Roman concluded waiting a little for an answer before leaving. The bad feeling in his chest didn't go away.

During the classes before noon his thoughts constantly drifted away, more than usual so. He stared out the window at the slowly but surely melted away snow. It took repeated pokes on his neck with a ruler for Remus to get his attention and tell him it was lunch time.

Isn't it kind of interesting how at any time the thing you're doing could be the last time you ever do that. Like how the twins didn't know that this was one of the last times Remus would support the other while eating in a very long time. Or how Ro had had no idea on the 7th of October that home would never feel entirely safe afterwards. Virgil didn't know that one moment he would think of Decan as a aquantise in one moment and in the next an enemy.

Roman moved the potatoes(77cal/100g) around with his fork. Remus poked his elbow into his twin's ribs every now and then to make him eat. Since Virgil still hadn't joined the anxiety he felt only grew more until it was like a dark shadow behind him darkening everything around him.

When he stood up and was about to leave Patton tugged at his shirt making him stop. He wrote in the notebook he carried with him. 'Where are you going?''

"I'll go check on Virgil....He's sick" He replied hoping that the other didn't notice how weak his voice sounded. Patton not talking only made it worse. He had gone down in bad phases before but always bounced back after a few days. He looked sader in general and every smile looked faked.

'Give him a hug from me'

"Will do Padre" He patted his shoulder a little to cheer him up before leaving.

When he stopped outside Virgil's room the first thing he heard was footsteps like someone was pacing around the room. "Hey catcher-in-the-cry wanna build a snowman?" He sang hoping to lighten the mood. The pacing stopped but no response came.

He pressed his palms and forehead against the door asking. "Is it alright if I come in?"

For a few minutes he waited until he heard something small fall down on the ground and muffled swearing. "I'm opening the door"