Reptile - Janus Angst

Chapter Fifteen

Thomas and Logan were back at the books.

It had been a few hours since breakfast but the guilt Thomas felt was still strong.

Logan had picked up on this.

"You know, it's not your fault," he told his host.

Thomas looked up with an eyebrow raised.

"What isn't?" he asked.

Logan turned to the next page of his book.

"What's happening to Janus - don't hold yourself responsible for it. Whatever's happening happened subconsciously. It couldn't be helped."

Thomas stared at Logan for a moment before looking back down at the book in his hands.

But, if he added Kipo lore to the sides, it was his fault.

It was late.

Logan sat at his desk, still looking through books for any more clues on their situation.

He sighed as he placed another on the small pile and checked the alarm clock next to him. 11pm.

He'd checked all his books on side lore at least twice to make sure he didn't miss anything, as well as any book that he believed to be relevant to the situation. Nothing.

Logan rubbed his temples and closed his eyes for a moment.

He heard the sound of someone knocking on his door.

He got up and went to the sound. He opened the door and saw Virgil standing there.

"Heya, Lo," Virgil greeted.

"Virgil," Logan returned with a nod. "What are you doing up at this time?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Virgil told him with a grin.

"Touché."

Virgil chuckled.

"Anyway I came because I decided I would probably be of better use helping you and Thomas on research."

He pulled his hands from behind his back. In them were a few books - all of them slightly damaged.

Logan raised an eyebrow but welcomed Virgil inside. At least now he'd be struggling with company.

Virgil looked around Logan's room as he realised he'd never been in here before.

Logan's walls were dark blue and lined with bookshelves overflowing with novels, autobiographies, books on biochemistry and science and astronomy and so on. He had a miniature version of the solar system floating around the ceiling, orbiting his bedroom light as if it were the sun. His carpet was grey and soft, and his bed was simple but comfortable looking: oak frame, plain blue sheets and pillows. It matched perfectly with his oak desk and wardrobe.

Virgil whistled softly.

"Nice dig, Lo," he complimented.

Logan smiled.

"Why thank you, Virgil. Shall we start research now?"

Virgil sat on the edge of Logan's bed and carefully put down his little pile of books.

"Sure," he said.

The two sat in silence as they worked.

It was midnight when Virgil fell asleep on Logan's bed.

Logan rolled his eyes with a smile and teleported Virgil to his room, making sure he landed on his bed.

He then realised he hadn't teleported Virgil's books, one of which lay open.