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Virgil grunted loudly as he dug through his chest and drawer, attempting to find the lost object he was looking for, “Hold on L, I’ll find the book I borrowed from ya- I know it has to be here somewhere”’ He threw a plastic water bottle across his shoulder in the opposite direction. “Just- somewhere. I’ll find it, promise.” The Anxious side grumbled.
Logan sat with his legs crossed on top of Virgil’s messy, unkempt bed. He glanced around the room, it wasn’t often he was let- or any side was let into Anxiety’s room, which he, of course, respected. Virgil was the type of guy who needed a lot of space to himself, alone time was important to him and Logan understood that well.
He looked around, keeping his mind occupied while the other sifted through the belongings, “I do appreciate you taking the time to return the book I loaned you, by the way.”
Virgil looked back at him with a slight grin, “It’s no problem, Bud. I don’t mind.” He went back to his task.
Logan’s knee began to jump as his legs were uncrossed, “It’s just I can’t really trust Patton and Roman with burrowing things of mine, you know how they can be. Careless, accidental, or otherwise- I know I’m always metaphorically and literally able to trust you.”
“Oh- uh thanks!” Virgil stuttered, a bit flustered. “That’s nice? I suppose.”
Logan’s burrow furrowed, “I mean it, I do you’re just- a really good companion of mine. Not that the others aren’t- we are all well acquainted with each other- mostly I think? Just wanted to remind you that's all, sometimes reminders are helpful when easing anxiety.” He stammered out quickly.
Suddenly bunches of butterflies appeared all around both of them, practically dancing in the air.
One particularly large fella landed on top of Virgil’s hair, “Oh- hey Dude.” He looked up slightly, before realizing doing such wouldn’t help him see the creature of his creation. It flew off of its previous surface and landed on his finger as its new resting place.
Virgil tilted his head slightly, as he looked upon the insect. “Why are you guys in here? Thomas thinkin’ about Nico or somethin’ like that?” He smiled slightly to himself as the butterfly kept crawling over his hand.
Logan stood up, fascinated by the popping in of the physical metaphors that Thomas loved to make a reality. “Curious… I was unaware of the butterflies in your room, Virgil.” The insect from Virgil’s finger flew up and worked its way over to meet the Logical side’s face, “But, I must admit, it does make sense with your role and-” He leaned over slightly to meet the insect halfway.
Virgil’s eyes went wide with fear, as he attempted to lunge over to shoo’ the creature away, “Wait, Logan don’t-!” He shouted but ended up just tripping on his own dirty clothes pile, as he fell face-first into the side of the bed.
The butterfly drifted onto Logan’s face, making contact. Suddenly, Logic’s pupils dilated, a deep pink and purple blush plastered across his face. He even jerked up a bit at the flood of positive, love-filled emotions that ran through his mind.
“Oh no…” Virgil spoke softly.
The insect then left Logan’s face, bored, and flew off in another direction. However, a dark tint was still on his face afterward.
He cleared his throat a bit, “Ah, I see- that’s their meaning of creation- Are you alright by the way? That fall could have very well hurt you.” He tutted.
Anxiety shrunk a bit into himself, “No- yeah- I’m fine… sorry about- that-”
“No need. It was actually quite nice.”
It was Virgil’s turn to blush, purple crept on his face, “Really?!” He shouted back, barely processing what was going on.
Logan fidgeted with his tie, moving it back and forth. “As I was saying though, my point is you can continue to borrow anything from me as I trust you to return them. You mean a lot to me… and it’s the least I could do!” He waved his hand around, “With books or what not-“
Virgil rubbed the back of his hand across his neck, “Oh well uh- sounds good then. I really like y- that!”
The Logical side smiled softly, “Same here.”
And then a storm of butterflies appeared in the room.
“I take it back, these insects aren’t pleasant-“