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Anxiety [Coming Out AU]

All identities are valid

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Logan had no reason to experience the symptoms he is currently ailed by, yet they surfaced, Sweaty palms, accelerated pulse, his stomach replicating the feeling of being on a rollercoaster at Six Flags, hairs extended on the nape of his neck... all of these were symptoms of anxiety. He does not have a disorder that would be a catalyst for such sensations, however there is another thing that could be responsible for the symptoms he is currently experiencing: thoughts of coming out. To his closest friend. Virgil.

Ever since he had met Virgil several years ago in the Principles of Health Science class they had shared sophomore (10th) year they had managed to get along quite splendidly. Virgil wore a bracelet on their wrist and a pin on their backpack on the first day of school that showcased a pride flag that Logan recognized. When he had asked Virgil if their pronouns were they/them, that was the start of high school being bearable for the duo of queers. But Virgil doesn't know that Logan is queer in any shape of the word. Well, hopefully, at least not yet.

Logan took a deep breath, using the same technique he had offered to Virgil several times to have a chance of curing his anxiety in this very moment. Once he was certain he had control over himself, he reached over to his cell phone. Knowing that calls make Virgil uncomfortable, Logan opened his messenger app and began typing as accurately and grammatically correct as his tiny phone screen allowed.

Logan:// Virgil? Are you available to hold a conversation at this moment?

Immediate response.

Virgil:// Of course dude! I'm just working on a painting for my mum's birthday coming up. I needed a break anyways.

Logan:// I see, I am glad you are taking a break however the topic I offer for discussion is quite heavy. Are you in a stable headspace for it?

Virgil:// Oh jeez, okay. Lay it on me.

Logan, with a nearly shaking hand, took a cup of tea and took a tiny sip to hopefully cure his nerves. He needed to get this off his chest, however in the moment Logan felt like he didn't. No, he has to.

Logan:// I am graysexual

Silence. No Immediate response. Of course, it was safe to assume that Virgil had changed their mind about taking a break and went back to painting in their regular absentminded state, however when experiencing symptoms of anxiety... overthinking is one of the greatest side effects of anxiety. Logan's mind was racing for what seemed to be hours, but was only a total of five minutes.

So many illogical thoughts ran their way through Logan's brain, almost driving him into temporary insanity. What if Virgil hates him for being graysexual? What if Virgil invalidates the identity he has grown to identify with the most? Taking breaths, deep breaths, had soothed Logan immensely, but it wasn't a cure-all. His palms were still abnormally sweaty and it was starting to bother Logan so much he was willing to wrinkle his primly ironed pants to get his hands dry once again.

Virgil:// Oh cool.

Virgil:// Sorry sorry I know it must be a lot to tell me and this is a huge moment for you I' sorry for being so inconsiderate

Virgil:// But I really am proud of you. Idk your sexuality, you're always gonna be my friend, but also I'm proud you know it now :)

Logan stared at his phone for a moment before he allowed himself to smile. A great, metaphorical, figurative weight was lifted off his chest as soon as he was accepted for what he feared wolud have kept him forever outcast from his one and only friend. With another breath to steady his near-heaving chest, he began to type out his reply.

Logan:// Thank you, Virgil, it means quite a lot to me.

Virgil:// Anytime. And know I will always accept you and love you!

Logan:// I am aware, Virgil. I love you too.

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~Rem. Sweetgum