Come Back Home

Chapter 20

THREE WEEKS AGO?

I UPDATED THIS LAST THREE WEEKS AGO?

HOW MUCH HAVE I BEEN PROCRASTINATING I AM SO SORRY

HERE'S AN EXTRA LONG CHAPTER TO MAKE UP FOR IT

Light

Virgil shot up with a scream, sweating and breathing hard before registering where he was. He buried his face in his hands. He must've fallen asleep during the movie.

"Virgil?" Virgil lifted his head. "Are you okay?"

Roman was looking worried.

Virgil shook his head for a moment. "Just-" He took a breath, stoically turning back to the movie, which was nearing the end. "Nightmare. Don't worry about it."

Roman stared at him for a moment, clearly worried, before relaxing back onto the couch, face changing from worry to a sad smile. "Just like old Virge.." he muttered.

Virgil didn't seem to hear.

Roman waved to Patton, who was standing in the kitchen, still watching Virgil, worried. "It's fine, Pat!"

Patton nodded and turned back to whatever it was he was doing.

Roman joined in the singing again, glancing at Virgil every now and then to make sure he was okay.

He seemed fine.

Dark

Deceit sat on his own in the living room, Remus' words replaying over and over in his head.

Don't get to pretend an apology and an empty promise can fix this.

This problem you caused.

You caused.

Empty promise.

You caused this.

Deceit shook his head. "I was helping!" he said to himself, an attempt to reassure himself. "It's not my fault, I was helping."

He repeated the words until Remus's were just a faint whisper in his ears.

I was helping.

I was helping him.

I was trying to help.

Not my fault.

Just trying to help.

Light

The movie ended, and Roman gestured towards the rack of Disney films. "Do you want to watch another?"

Virgil shook his head, getting up to deposit his plate in the kitchen. "No." He walked upstairs and shut himself in his room.

Virgil groaned in relief as he flopped onto his bed, grabbed his headphones and pulled them up. How long was he supposed to deal with the Lights?

He tried to sink down, on the off chance the Barrier had been taken down, and found that it hadn't. He should have known.

Downstairs, Logan felt something, a pulse, telling him Virgil had just tried to get past the Barrier. He put his book down and sighed. How long until Virgil trusted them again? Logan pushed his chair back from the table, leaving his book there.

He quickly made his way upstairs and knocked on Virgil's door.

"Great," Virgil muttered under his breath, pulling off his headphones. "What?" He called, directed toward the door.