Anxious is not my style

Part 3

11:08 at night when I publish this on the day I published the last one!  And with that I have provided a fluffy chapter of the brothers

Also,  please do not comment about them being a thing,  they aren't. I'm debating having tome logince and dukxiety or just prinxiety. So no I'm not gonna make incest here,  thanks for not busting down my walls! 
Also,  yes I know Janus is Janus. Roman just refuses to call him as such for this story and it may remain as such for a while.

Anyways!  Onto the next part!  Enjoy! 

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Roman shivered as he nearly poked himself in the eye with his eyeshadow brush.  He stood In front of Virgil's small, purple tinted mirror as he put on as little eyeshadow as he could without looking suspicious. His heart fluttering within him as he imagined working with his brother like he had always used to. It had only been half an hour since he left Remus alone in that part of the hallway,  but a part of him already wanted to go check on his brother.  He hadn't noticed it before,  but he had really missed his brother. 

There was a quiet click of the door behind him. As he spun around though he immediately regretted it as he couldn't help the scowl that crept on his face.  Deceit,  standing there with a face that didn't grin nor frown.  Taking a few small steps as he held his gloved hand out "Virgil" Deceit said smoothly.  Roman didn't dare move though,  his voice coming in no more or less then a growl "what do you want Deceit" he spat.

Deceit rose his hands up in surrender. Eyes widening just barely as roman almost swore the guys mouth twitched a little "well,  it was definately not because Patton wanted me to come tell his brat of a son that his breakfast was going cold,  and I /dont/ regret coming in" Deciet hissed. Scrunching his nose for a couple seconds before whipping around and stalking out. Pausing for a few moments before looking back at him

"remember that Patton insists you give me a second chance,  don't let him see your attitude boil over again.  Its /not/ like I hate seeing him that way after all" he uttered before finally disappearing.  Roman scoffing quietly before going back to his current task.  So lost in his own mind he never heard the other side walk in.

"I hope that you putting eyeshadow isn't an attempt to try to hide something from our group,  Virgil" roman jumped. Getting his upper eyelid and luckily not his eye.  With a quiet grunt he rummaged through the small box of eyeshadow,  each small palette holding a darker black then the last.

"Apologies,  Virgil.  I didn't realise you were currently on guard" Logan said,  his tone smoother then it had been as roman felt the analytical side sit beside him. He glanced up at Logan's emotionless, observant face for just a few seconds before gently trying to brush his mistake away. Looking back to the mirror as he quietly answered "it's not to hide anything, teach. I just like it.
Expression is key for us or whatever" he mumbled,  waving his hand in a circle dismissively.

"Roman's nicknames are getting to you again I predict?" Logan asked. Roman's throat tightened "I get they hurt, Virgil.  But I don't think roman realises" he begun.  Roman could feel logan fiddling with his hands as his own slowly lowered from it's task "but, Roman is working on it,  and when I discussed the matter with Patton, he claimed that's what mattered.  Development."

Roman mentally kicked himself.  He had been hurting these two more then he had realised, trying not to tear up he took a deep breath,  packed up the eyeshadow and other tools before standing up. Looking up at the taller side "Logan..." he begun,  his voice shaking just a little. 

Logan waited for him to talk for a few moments,  before sighing. Shrugging his shoulders and holding his arms out "I believe you are attempting to communicate to me that you need an embrace for a moment" Logan uttered.  And while roman didn't want to hug Logan.  He felt his body move on its own to accept the offer.  Logan wrapping his arms around roman as he took a deep, slow breath and glanced around Virgil's room.