"You're dreaming!" Virgil squeaked, paralyzed with both anticipation and fear.

"Please don't insult my intelligence." Logan said, seeming to momentarly shake out of his surpise. "This is clearly not a fantastical situation," He continued, crossing his arms, "and that raises quite a lot of questions." Logan finished. He looked at Virgil expectantly, as if he expected an answer. Problem was, Virgil did not have an answer.

"Well..." Virgil began, internally panicking. "I...um... don't have an...um... answer?" He hesitantly responded, fearing the worst. A scowl crossed Logan's face and Virgil's panic increased tenfold. "ShitShitshitSh-" Logan cut his thoughts short.

"You're telling me that you have hidden something as incredible as this for presumably a long time, and you have no explenation?" He spread his arms in annoyance. "Virgil, here I am with a box filled with questions and you cannot answer one?" Logan sighed and turned. "Very well. We shall come back to this problem after dinner, as I do not want to worry Patton. Please have a sutable explenation when dinner has ceased." He finished, turing to leave the forest and enter Virgil's room. The movement seemed to bring Virgil back to the present, and out of this thoughts.

"Wait!" He called out.

"Yes?" Logan stopped, turing to face Virgil.

"Incredible?" He whispered, almost as though he couldn't believe it.

"Yes Virgil, incredible. Meaning impossible to believe or extrordinary. You should know this." Logan stated, a neutral expression on his face.

"Thanks." Virgil said, a small yet disbelieving smile creeping onto his face."He doesn't hate them." Virgil thought, before a new, and more urgant one crossed his mind. "What about the others?"

"Logan!" He called out. "Please don't tell anyone about this." Virigl said, a note of urgancy in his voice.

"I won't. I wasn't planning on anyhow. You have kept your wings a secret from us for a reason, and I would hate to break the trust we have built up. I trust you will tell your secret in time, to the others." Logan said.

Virgil felt a great weight of worry lift from his shoulders. "Thank you."

"No problem. Now, please let us hurry along before Patton starts to worry." Logan responded, making his way back into Virgil's room. "Are you coming?" He asked when he noticed Virgil had not moved.

"Tell Patton," Virgil took a shaky breath. "Tell him I'll be down soon." A nod was his responce. Logan, with a final glance back at the anxious side then turned and left Virgil in his room alone. As soon as he exited, it started to rain. Head still reeling from the interaction, Virgil simply stood in the now storming forest. One thought stood out from the jumble of words rushing through his head. "He didn't hate them. He didn't hate me." Taking some unsteady steps back into his room and making sure to close the door to his poket of Imagination, VIrgil let his thoughts run wild. "He didn't scorn me. He didn't mock me. Logan called them...he called them incredible." A giggle had started to work up his throat, before bursting free. "I-I didn't get called a monster." He said to himself, as though Virgil was trying to convince himself of that truth. Taking a few breaths and blinking back tears beginning to form, Virgil grabbed his sweatshirt and began to slowly put it back on. Carefully tucking his wings in he continued to think. "If Logan didn't hate them, if he didn't call them unrelistic and scorn me, then maybe," Virgil dared to hope, "Patton and Roman, maybe they wouldn't hate them either." Taking one last breath and sparing a glace in the mirror to mke sure his wings were fully hidden, Virgil opened the door and left his room. A new look crossed the anxious side's face. A look of determination. "Let's do this"

"Virgil, kiddo, is that you?" A voice, presumably Patton, called out.

"About time! Come on Brad Pittiful, I'm starved." Another voice, who was identified as Roman, shouted after him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." Virgil called out in responce, starting to decend the stairs that led to his room. Upon arriving at the table where the other sides sat, Virgil cleared his throat. "Hey, so maybe after dinner, we can um...," Virgil paused, thoughts running wild. "Am I really going to do this?" Taking another breath, he knew his answer. "Yes." Noticing the other sides expectant looks, Virgil quickly continued. "Can we maybe have a family meeting of sorts?"

"Why sure kiddo!" Patton responded, his usually big smile faltering. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, nothings wrong!" Virgil quickly reassured him. "I just...um...maybe had something kinda important to ...um... talk about?" He continued, tripping over his words. Looking to avoid eye contact with any of the other sides, Virgil swept his eyes around the room only to stare Logan straight in the face. He shared a knowing look with Virgil. Looking down almost instantly, he then chose to get a drink from the fridge in an attempt to look busy. "Why did you go and say that for, now you can't back out of it. Look you probably worried Patton." Virgil's thoughts decided to make a comeback. As he reached for a bottle of water, his thoughts continued to race. "Logan seemed to find them facinating. Maybe the others will too. Or..." Virgil sighed, deep and harsh. "Or nothing. I'm going to enjoy a nice quailty dinner with the others and nothing bad will happen." Virgil tried to convince himself. "Deceit wasn't the only one good at lying to himself." Grabbing his water and heading back to the table, Virgil sat down, only to be greeted by a mountian of food.

"Here you go Virgil!" Patton said, placing a plate filled with roast chicken and steamed veggies. "And if you ever have a problem, don't be afriad to lettuce know" He added on, holding a leaf of lettuce.

Virgil let out a small chuckle. "Thanks Pat."

"Patton if I look up and your holding lettuce I will loose it." Logan said, staring intently at a book Virgil had not noticed before.

"Sorry Logan, I just wanted to tell Virgil that we're fruiting for him" Patton responded, trying to hold in a few giggles.

"Patton, where did you get an apple from?" Said Roman, seemingly exasperated.

"One meal, without any puns. Thats all I ask." Logan sighed, closing his book.

"You know I can't help it." The fatherly side said.

"Try too." Logan replyed, rolling his eyes.

"Hey Roman, can you pass the salt please?" Patton asked.

"Sorry Pat, but I can't pick Virgil up." Roman responded, with a smirk. At his name, Virgil looked up.

"What? Sorry I was thinking." The anxious side said, which cause the creative side to frown.

"Oh come on! I was waiting to use that one forever, and you didn't even hear it." Roman exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

"Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind." Virgil mummbled, gaining concered look from Patton.

"You ok kiddo?" He asked once again.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Virgil answered, playing with his food.

"Are you sure? Is it the food?" Patton grimmanced.

"What? Oh no! Pat your food is always the best." Virgil reassured him, with a small smile. It was true, Patton was the best cook out of all the sides. None could compare to his home cooked meals. "I just," Virgil took a breath, "I have a lot on my mind."

"Is somthing the matter? Is a beast plauging you?" Roman started up. "I shall slay it for you if needed!" He went on, standing up and stricking a pose to emphasis his point. This movement caused a small smile to appear on Virgil's face.

"Family would never abandon you. No matter what, Roman and Patton, they will always be by my side." Virgil felt his worries easing up, if only slightly. Patton, noting how everyone seemed to be done with dinner, came around for everyones plates.

"Since Virgil has something to tell us, let's all meet in the living room and hear what he has to say before desserts. How does that sound?" Patton said after disposing of the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Adequate." Was Logan's responce, as he stood up and walked to the couch.

"What he said." Roman replyed, gesturing to Logan, and going to follow him to the couch.

"Ok great! Whenever you're ready kiddo." Patton told Virgil, before going to join the others in the living room.

"Y-yeah. Ok." Virgil answered, playing with the cuff of his sweater. "I can't believe I'm going to go through with this." Virgil's thoughts made a comeback as he inched his way to the living room. Virgil took one last breath before going to stand in the living room. Sweeping his eyes around he was met with expectant faces. "W-well I called this meeting because I have something kinda important to say but I don't know if I can go through with it now and-and," Virgil felt his face begin to burn as he continued rambling. "And I really don't know how to start saying it so, um, I-" He stopped suddenly, not knowing how to continue.

"It's ok, take your time kiddo!" Patton encouraged, putting his thumbs up.

"Yeah, yeah." Virgil responded. "It's probably easier to show you anyway." He continued, struggling to take off his sweatshirt. "Here goes nothing." Virgil mummbled, finally pulling off his sweatshirt. Stretching his wings out and ignoring the gentle gasps that came from the others, he finished. "I sorta have, um, wings?"