I've been feeling a little off lately. I don't know why! I should be feeling great! After all, I've been spending a lot more time with Virgil and it's been so fun! 

I haven't been getting the usual creative boost, even when I'm in my room. Thomas expects something soon for the next video. 

It needs to be perfect but how can it be that if it can't even been average?! I need some inspiration...

Patton might just want to talk about feelings again and that's out of the picture. Screw that. 

Logan? No. He'll go into some kind of really smart thing that no one will be able to understand. 

....

What the hell would I get out of Virgil? That's a mystery. Perhaps I should try from him.

I walk out of my room, pencil and notebook in hand and trot downstairs. I see Patton on the couch, watching some cartoons and completing some work, possibly at the demand of Logan and Logan read in his recliner.

"Good evening Patton and Logan!" I cheerily greet with a wide smile. "Do either of you know where thy can find an Emo Nightmare?"

"Vigil?" Patton tilted a head a bit while thinking. "He might be in his room. I haven't seen him since breakfast." His placid face soon turned into one of smugness. "Whatcha want with him?" 

I (admittedly) blushed and stumbled over my words.

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT and you know it!" I growled. They obviously knew but I wasn't about to let them have any satisfaction in me confessing straight out... Well it's a bit hard for me to confess straight but you get the idea. "I just need some help with a project." 

Patton lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah, I think you might find him in his room. If you don't, tell me. He might be hiding in the cabinets again, eating all of the Pop Tarts." 

"Say what?" 

"He does that when he's stressed. Now go get 'em!" With a huff, I left. As I hit the stairs, I hear Logan call after me. 

"What Patton said." OH MY GOD NOT LOGAN.

"DON'T." I shouted behind me and made my way upstairs.

 Virgil's POV

I lied in bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to music when a knock sounded on my door. I lifted a curious eyebrow at the door. 

"It's Roman! Can I come in, Emooooo~?" I heard. I huffed at the name.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." I snapped the door unlocked and waited expectantly as the door opened and closed behind Princey. "What do you need Princey?"

"I was hoping you could help me out with some stuff." He beamed though I could literally sense the anxiety coming off of him. It was abnormal and it kind of freaked me out. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"W- what? What makes you think that? Everything is fantastic! I just need a little help with something!" 

"That usual ego isn't showing. Something is up. Tell me." He paused and his false smile turned into a grim line. 

"I haven't really had that... creative burst... lately. I can't think of anything for Thomas' next video. I just need a little help brainstorming. And since you are a storm cloud I thought you'd be just the right person." He smiled and winked while I groaned at his joke. 

"Just get on with it. What do you need me to do." 

"Can you just maybe help me think of some ideas for Thomas?" I raised an eyebrow at this but nodded, swung my legs off the bed and patted the space next to me, gesturing for him to sit. He hesitantly took a seat next to me and looked to me expectantly. I returned the look. 

"Um. Okay? What now?"

"Um... I guess ideas?" 

Silence.

"Roman... have you even tried to figure out what is causing your creative block?" 

He looked at me with a guilty smile.

"No?" 

"Dammit Princey. .... How have you been feeling lately?"

"Not prince like."

"There's a vague piece of the puzzle I guess. Could you elaborate?"

"... Like... I just feel a lot less... proud of what I create and a little... self conscious?"

"..."

"I... IFEELANXIOUS!" he blurted out. "I- ... I feel anxious... Virgil. I can't- I am Thomas' hopes and dreams, Virgil. I have to help him accomplish them but how am I supposed to do that if I can't make any good work! It's so terrifying. The- The though of failure is so scary. What if this next video isn't what people want? What if this flu-" 

"ROMAN!" I shouted before Roman could get any deeper into his anxious thoughts. "Roman," I began softer. "Failure is okay... I- oh now I'm just being a hypocrite. I always say that everything has to be perfect or else no one will like it but that's just me doing my job. It's not true. In fact, my anxiety's expectations are beyond reality." I curled my legs into my chest and I hugged them, resting a chin on my knees. "Though your thinking is usually very out of this world, impossible and creative, and you usually don't have to worry about what's real and isn't but for now, you are going to have to realize that what you are thinking is just irrational. For once, have realistic expectations. Think about what you think is good and just go from there." We both sat in a comfortable silence, Roman pondering my words as I sat there listening to his steady breathing. I could tell he was unsettled and without really thinking, I wrapped a weak arm around his broad shoulders comfortingly. 

Roman turned his head to me in surprise but gave me a small grateful smile. 

"Thank you, Virgil."

"Let's go over what you have so far. Show me, show me." I said eagerly, leaning into him to look at a blank page of his notebook, waiting for him to turn to an idea. He frowned but turned to a page and we read it together. We went over ideas and what he had already all night, giving suggestions and compliments to each other's ideas.

Logan's POV

Though I can't say I really approved of Patton's idea to eaves drop, I did like what I heard. 

Virgil spoke very intelligently and I beamed in pride at his choice of words and Patton seemed to beam too, though I'm fairly sure it was because of something else.

When their conversation ended, Patton turned to me with gleaming eyes and put a finger up to his lips as he silently made his way away from Virgil's door. I frowned and followed him without thought of making noise or not. 

We made our way downstairs where Patton began pumping a fist in the air and mocking a scream in delight with a loud breath and a huge smile. Despite myself, I smiled at his excitement. 

"They are so cute!!! Ah! I'm so glad they are spending more time with each other!" I pushed my glasses further up my nose.

"Indeed. They seem much, figuratively, closer than normal. I am very happy about their progress." 

"AWWWW, LOGIE BEAR!!! YOU ARE SO KIND!" I blushed slightly at his nickname. 

"Kind is not the right word, Patton. I-"

"WELL WHATEVER IT IS, YOU ARE JUST AWESOME! YOU CARE SO MUCCHHHHHHH-" 

...

I'll let him have his moment.