Sorry for the late ass update y'all! J didn't know where to take this and then writer's block bitch slapped me, so that was great. I hope you guys like it and I appreciate any feedback or ideas for future chapters y'all might have! And the chapter name'll change when I can come up with an adequate name...

Logan looked at Patton before glancing at his wrist. "Um… I have a schedule I need to work on." He uttered before sinking out.

Patton sighed, flapping his wings frustratedly. He took a deep breath before sinking out to Roman's bedroom door. "Roman!" He called, knocking on the white and gold trimmed door.

A minute later the door opened to a smiling Roman. "Can we talk, Ro?" Patton asked,  smiling.

"Yeah?" He said uneasily, a pit in his stomach.

Patton walked in and sat on the bed. "What got into you this morning?"

"What do you mean?" Roman said, playing dumb and hoping Patton won't say what he was dreading.

"The way you treated Virgil!" Patton's voice wasn't loud at all, but the disappointment in those simple words cut into Roman like a well sharpened blade.

"Virgil could have—!" Roman started, only to be cut off by Patton.

"Virgil would never hurt us!" Patton said, standing. "He is not the villain you make out to be, Roman!"

Roman looked down, staring at his well polished boots as a bitter pit formed in his stomach. "Don't come crying to me when he stabs you in the back…" 

Patton looked at Roman in surprise. He was speechless. What was he supposed to say to something like that? With a heavy sigh Patton turned to leave. "Bye, Ro." He called over his shoulder and sank out, presumably to the Kitchen to distract himself.

Roman was left feeling terrible. Why was he so determined to make Virgil the villain? The pit in his stomach grew and his heart ached when he thought of the pain he saw in the emo Side's eyes. He shook his head with a growl.

What was happening to him? Did he really feel bad for what he said to Virgil? Roman flopped down at his desk with a sigh. With these thoughts in mind, he started brainstorming for Thomas's next project.

***

Virgil sat on his bed, headphones blasting Panic! at the Disco as he wallowed in his own self pity. He felt his wings twitch under his back and considered letting them get some air before he heard a knock on the door.

"It's open!" He called and Remus waltzed in and flopped on the bed.

"Hey Emo!" The chaotic Side cackled, grinning at Virge. "I heard what Romano said earlier. Didn't I tell you he'd make you sick?"

Virgil deadpanned, glaring at Remus as he draped his headphones around his neck. "Can you, like, not fuck around? I'm trying to sulk."

"Oh, the asshat that I Contemptuously call my twin really hurt you that bad?" Remus said, becoming slightly more serious.

Virgil gave a humorless chuckle. "Well, when you kinda tell someone how much you hate yourself and then they just shit all over you, it does something to ya." He growled.

Remus frowned, sitting up. "When you put it like that, I can see where you're coming from…" He tilted his head slightly before grinning. "Ooh! Maybe we can somehow get the dense motherfucker to finally realize how he wants to fu–"

"Remus!" Virgil snapped.

"What? It's true! It's stupidly clear he likes you that way!" Remus cackled and Virgil groaned. "Look, do you kr do you not want the chance to possibly hookup with your long time crush, Virge?"

Virgil studied Remus's face, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Fine. Just… don't be a dumbass about it."