Operation Prinxiety (With a Side of Logicality)

Chapter Twelve

Virgil's POV

I escaped to my room.

Did I run away from my problems? Yes.

Did I overreact? Probably.

Am I any less calm? ... No. 

In fact, it's quite the opposite.

I'm now on my bed. Panicking. They probably hate me even more. Oh no, I should've stayed. I probably said something wrong. I probably ruined their recording because now I'm gone. The one time they needed me. The one time. I'm such a fuck up.

"So- Virge." Patton faltered sadly before he could call me son. I was grateful but I felt even worse. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I said, my voice meaning to only just make it past the door but louder from my, what they like to call, 'scary voice'. I cringed. There was a pause behind the door.

"I'm coming in." Patton slowly opened the door, his eyes landing on me. Broken, pathetic, scared little me.

"I- I'm sorry that I left. You guys probably had to pause the recording to get me, didn't you? I'm so so sorry, I'll get right back there, that was so stupid of me." I stood up to leave but Patton walked over and put a light hand on my shoulder. I flinched. God damn it. 

Patton's hand immediately left my shoulder. He looked hurt. "I- I would never strike you, Virgil."

"N- no! Of course you wouldn't! I know you wouldn't, I'msosorryjustfightorflightreflexesallIdoishurtyouguysandhurtyouguys." I took a deep breath before restarting. "Look. I understand you guys don't want me here. Roman makes it so clear." I shivered and Patton's widening eyes. "He... he hates me. So it should only make sense if you guys did too-"

"NO!"

Patton's POV

"He doesn't hate you." I can't tell him yet. He needs to find out for himself. "He likes you around. He just shows it in a different way. I promise, he would never hate you. We would never hate you."

Roman's POV

I listened behind the door in horror. Did Patton know? Know about my feelings? Impossible. I've done everything I could to hide it. So how could he know? But that's besides the point. It was my fault.

I turned to Logan, watching his steady, unwavering features. 

He listened intently into the conversation.

Logan's POV

I listened intently to the conversation.

So it was Roman's doings. But I could see where the fault could lie with me and Patton as well. Sure, we were both worried but we didn't do anything about the obvious distress that Virgil was in for the past few weeks.

We merely hoped he was alright.

What's this feeling? Possibly guilt. Sadness. Anger directed towards myself. What I did, or didn't do in this case, was no where near smart.

I truly did want Roman and Virgil to thrive in a happy, more than friendly, relationship. But, I am only hindering our progress!

Why would Patton want me to help with this? He knows I am not good with feelings. Hell, the word leaves a weird figurative taste to my tongue.

I bit my tongue, deep in thought. After a minute or so, I heard a shuffle next to me and looked over to where Roman was supposed to be standing. 

He must've sank out. I sank out into the living room where Thomas sat worriedly waiting. Roman was in his usual place. He looked so guilty and unpleasureable. Upset is how they would describe it.

"It was my fault." He muttered.

"Roman. It is not merely your fault. Though you do take some fault, we all are faulty here. Even myself." I gestured to myself. "You should not blame all of this on yourself."

"You don't understand, Logan. I blame myself because all of those things that I said. All of those horrible things I've been saying about Virgil, none of them are true! They were all merely to make me feel better about my" he frowned. "my feelings." 

I stared. Deep down I was smirking smugly at him. I could now see why Patton wanted to get these two together. But I kept my composure and decided to comply with Patton's plan. Operation Prinxiety. First, drop hints.

"Could you please elaborate on these feelings, Roman?" I asked casually.

"W- well, I..." Roman looked flustered and Thomas looked like he was trying not to laugh. "That's besides the point!" He said. "The point is, I didn't mean what I said. And now Virgil is upset over all of the horrible things I've been saying. I hope he doesn't hate me."

"Roman." I clicked my tongue. "Of course you wouldn't want him to hate you. That would hinder your chances with him. I believe that is how it would work." Roman's face figuratively blew up into a bright red. I heard a snicker come from Thomas and then a sinister laugh from the corner of the room.

We all snapped our heads over in the direction of the noise. Deceit was laughing in the corner and surprisingly, Remy was joining him. They both winked at Roman and left.

...

"What the hell..." Roman looked rather confused. "That was... Weird. But anyway."

"Roman, I can promise you, Virgil doesn't hate you. But you might want to clear things up with him. You heard him. He thinks you hate him. 

He nodded understandingly and sat down roughly in his spot. Roman buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly.

"I'm so stupiiiiddd. My pride has been wounded!" He cried dramatically. I huffed amusedly which earned a look from Roman but I quickly regained my composure.