Again and again, the phrase repeated in his head.

"It's just a dream, dreams aren't real."

This was real alright. Logan had caused Roman to panic. Logan had fucked up all over again. He barely breathed aside from the occasional gasp for air where his body forced him to breathe. Patton had dropped by and every time Logan just scraped the food he brought into the bin when he left, watching his stomach shrink and his ribcage begin to show. He chuckled lightly at his plan. Kill himself over and over until he died completely. Logan walked out of his room to go to Roman's gym, the sooner he burned all of the spare calories the better.

Logan had spent two hours burning calories he didn't have before Virgil walked in. He wordlessly grabbed Logan and dragged him into the kitchen. Virgil placed a bowl in front of Logan and sat opposite him, picking up a book and looking at Logan from time to time. Logan just sat, staring at the food blankly. Virgil put down the book.

"You can eat it, that is sort of why I put it there." He picked up the spoon and pressed it towards Logan's mouth. Logan closed his mouth stubbornly. Virgil sighed and dragged his chair around so he was sat next to Logan.

"Eat, please."
"I ate an hour ago."
"You were in the gym an hour ago, eat."
"I've already eaten"
"When?"
"Today"
"Falsehood"
"Yesterday."
"Another lie."
"I've eaten, leave me alone." Logan growled as he stood. Virgil forced him back down with a disapproving look and a gentle push.

"Look at how little effort I have to put in to force you back down. Your ribs are showing Logan, I know because of how your shirt hangs on your frame. You cannot starve yourself, so please eat." Virgil sat down and placed a hand on Logan's. Logan ate a spoonful and tried not to vomit it up, he would do that in the bathroom. Virgil smiled a little and picked up his book, reading single handed. Logan finished and moved to get up.

"You will only force yourself to cleanse your system if I let you go. You are staying with me until you have digested that." Virgil dragged Logan to the sofa and sat him down, playing a movie. Logan was grateful that Virgil cared but he was really ruining his plan. He couldn't kill himself with a knife, every time he went to the kitchen, one of the others would go as well to make sure he didn't take a knife, more often Virgil and Patton. He couldn't drown himself in the bath, Virgil had proven that when Logan tried and Virgil broke the door, quite literally, off its hinges. He would try pills, but again, all medication was in the kitchen or bathroom and he was almost on constant watch. He couldn't handle alcohol so alcohol poisoning was off the list and so was anything involving outside. The only ropes in the house had been placed in the attic and the entire house was basically suicide-proofed. Logan couldn't think of anything.

He slumped as he tried to think up a new plan. Smash the window? Out of the question, too loud and he would have to beat the others there again. He could electrocute himself, but he'd need something metal and an accessible plug socket. No. This suicide wasn't going to work because the others were practically pinning him down. The only thing that might work, and this was a maybe, was getting Roman so angry or scared that he killed Logan. He wouldn't do it more than once though.

Logan curled in on himself. Virgil wrapped an arm around Logan and held up a pair of headphones. Logan took them and put them on, plugging them into his phone and smiling when the calming beat of one of his anxiety-calming songs echoes into his ears. Virgil smiled down at Logan and chuckled. This was new but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed sitting like this with Logan.