The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen-The Training

TW: Mentions of someone not taking care of themselves, allusions to hickeys or bruises, fighting, hurting books, slicing things, and attacking inanimate objects. 

Virgil blinked awake, surprisingly more comfortable than when he fell asleep. He reached up to feel a rolled-up sleeping bag under his head, and a cape tucked around him. He sighed, looking over to see Logan watching him. Logan quickly turned away when he noticed Virgil was awake, putting himself together quickly.

"I'm glad to see that you're awake." Logan's voice was tense, and he glanced down at Virgil again. Virgil yawned, sitting up.

"Did... did you sleep at all?" He asked, still drowsy. Logan paused before looking at his hands.

"We should wake up the other soon so we can talk." Virgil nodded, rubbing his head. After the attack the night before, everything was a little fuzzy. 

He remembered Logan asking him to stay there while he took Roman to the tent, and he remembered Logan coming back and them both waiting for Patton. When Patton came back, he filled them in on what he had found, the mercenaries had left far too quickly for him to track, but there was no one around their camp waiting. Then he entered the tent and fell asleep curled next to Roman. Logan had asked Virgil to stay on watch with him, and Virgil had agreed, but the exertion of energy from the fight had made him pass out quickly.

Logan had already stood up, going over to the tent and opening it. Virgil got up as well, but he didn't know what to do. The fire had long gone out, and they hadn't really gotten anything they needed to take down the night before, so he just stood awkwardly as a tired-looking Patton and a frazzled Roman walked out of the tent, followed by Logan who was stiffer then Virgil had ever seen him. Even when they had fought the spiders, there was some ease to the whole thing. Now Logan just looked... well tired. Tired and tense.

"We should talk," Logan said simply, looking to the others for confirmation. Patton shifted.

"Could we... could we start walking first? If we sit down to talk, I'm not going to get back up." Patton stretched and winced. Roman didn't say anything, going to pick up his and Logan's bag, which he had taken to carrying.

They walked in silence for a few moments before Patton finally spoke up.

"Logan?" He touched Logan's shoulder, and Logan nodded.

"I would implore you three to bear with me as I try to work through this," Logan said softly, closing his eyes. The other three nodded, looking at each other before looking back to Logan. "We did not appear to be doing anything to draw someone's attention to us, correct?" He looked to the others.

"I don't think so!" Patton shrugged. Virgil blinked a few times before looking back up at Logan.

"Do you think... maybe it's because we took the job with Raymond and got the money?" It was an admittedly more optimistic look on what had happened, which wasn't usually Virgil's forte, but at this point, all Virgil wanted to do was comfort, Logan. And, thank the gods, Logan did seem to relax.

"That is a... a viable theory." Patton gave Virgil a grin and Virgil smiled back.

"Well, that doesn't explain why they were shooting at me specifically!" Roman cut in, and Virgil shot daggers at him with his eyes. Roman made a small O with his mouth before shaking his head. "Actually... I must be remembering it wrong, they were shooting at you guys too, so forget I brought it up." Logan glanced back to the three of them, smiling weakly.

"Thank you." His voice was so quiet that Virgil almost thought he had misheard him.

"For what, Lo?" Patton stopped, gently grabbing Logan's hand. Logan stopped as well, not making eye contact.