Taking another sip from his mug, Logan realized that it was nearly empty. He glanced up at the clock in his kitchen, frowning to himself. Virgil should have been there by now to put up more decorations. He assumed that Virgil was simply running late, trying not to worry too much.

More time passed by, and there was still no sign of Virgil. Logan had to admit he was a little concerned, as Virgil always showed up earlier than expected(which he now realized was likely due to his anxiety). He pulled his phone out from his pocket, deciding to send a text message.

Logan:
Is everything alright?

He didn't have to wait long before he saw him typing back.

Virgil:
oh shit I'm so sorry

Virgil:
I meant to text you last night and I completely forgot. Everything's fine, I'm just a little sick and can't come over. It's probably because I've been out in the cold too much lately. Sorry. I should be better soon and then I'll be able to help again

Logan frowned as he read over Virgil's texts. He quickly sent back a text telling him that it was alright, and he hoped Virgil would get better soon. He didn't like that Virgil felt he had to apologize for something he had no control over. Obviously Logan wasn't going to be mad at him over something like that.

Logan texted Virgil for a little while. Around lunch time he decided to put his phone down, so that he could start making soup. He assumed that Virgil was probably feeling tired, and wouldn't really want to make himself anything, and he wanted to do something nice for his friend. It didn't take very long, and soon enough he was standing on Virgil's porch holding the food he had made and waited for the other to answer.

It took a minute after Logan had knocked for the door to open, a confused Virgil poking his head out of the door. He looked surprised finding Logan there, and opened the door a little wider. He was still in his pajamas, and Logan felt even more sure that he hadn't made himself anything to eat yet.

"Oh, hey." He muttered. Logan noticed that his voice was deeper than usual, breath catching in his throat as he heard it. "What are you doing over here..?"

"I-" Logan cut off, losing his train of thought. He cleared his throat, silently cursing himself for getting distracted by something so dumb, and gestured with his head towards the thing of soup in his hands. "I thought that you might not feel like cooking for yourself, because you are sick. So I made some soup."

Virgil stared at him for a moment, still seeming confused. He smiled, laughing a little and inviting Logan in. "You didn't have to do that, but thanks."

"It was no problem." Logan replied, following Virgil into the kitchen. He set down the soup and Virgil pulled out two bowls from his cupboard. Logan told Virgil to go sit down, and let him get their food. Virgil protested but eventually gave in, sitting down at the table while Logan got them both food. He sat down across from Virgil after setting his bowl down in front of him, and Virgil smiled over at him again.

"Seriously, you didn't have to come over and do this for me. I appreciate it." He spoke softly, and Logan just shrugged.

"Well, I've got to make sure you get better quickly. I still need your help winning the competition." He smiled teasingly as Virgil snorted and rolled his eyes. "You can get sick after the competition is over."

"Okay, I see." Virgil chuckled. "You're only being nice because I'm useful. Makes sense."

A comfortable silence settled over the pair after they had laughed at Logan's joke, both of them still smiling to themselves as they ate.

****

Over the next few days Logan returned to Virgil's house. He wanted to check in on how he was feeling, and make sure he was properly taking care of himself so that he would recover quickly. While he had made the joke that this was just so he could get back to helping him, this wasn't the real reason for Logan's visits. He simply cared for Virgil, and wanted to help him.

"Y'know," Virgil mumbled, glancing over at Logan from where he was laying on the couch, curled up in a warm blanket. Logan was sitting at the other end of the couch, and the two were planning to watch a movie. "You should really keep on decorating without me."

"Why should I do that?" Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow at Virgil.

"So we don't fall behind. Me being sick has just... given us less time to put up decorations. Which means we could fall behind, and Roman could find better, cooler decorations and beat us. And it will be my fault." Virgil muttered, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean... I really don't want to hold you back."

"Virgil," Logan turned his body entirely to face Virgil, small frown tugging at his lips. "You are certainly not holding me back. Me coming to check on you is my choice, and you being sick is not your fault."

"I know, but..." Virgil trailed off, not really having anything else to add. Logan offered him a very small smile, briefly resting his hand on his leg as it was the only thing close to him.

"We still have a few weeks left, Virgil. We have enough time, I assure you." Logan told him, and Virgil finally seemed to relax a little at that. He gave a smile back to Logan.

"Also," Logan spoke again, voice softer, hesitant. "It would be rather boring to not have you there with me. I enjoy your company, Virgil."

"Oh," Virgil muttered, face a dark red. He pulled his blanket up further to hide it, and Logan didn't seem to notice. "I... Yeah, I uh, I enjoy yours too..."

"I am glad," Logan smiled a little wider, then gestures towards the television. "Would you like to find a movie for us to watch now?"

It didn't take long after that day for Virgil to get better, although Logan still made him wait two days after he felt better before he let him decorate again. He didn't want him to get it again, and to get worse. They did plan another day to start decorating again, and they were both looking forward to it.