Whoo!!!! I finally managed to finish this!!!

TW: very, very, very infinitesimal mention of anxiety, hidden swear

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"I love you," Virgil whispered as he shut his eyes.

"I love you too, my love," Roman responded, holding Virgil close to him as the two drifted off to sleep|

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When Virgil woke later that morning—9:43 according to his clock—Roman was nowhere to be seen. Virgil's anxiety spiked when he noticed that, the voice in his head telling him that the past few days had been a wonderful dream and that none of it had actually happened. Though that voice was silenced when Virgil saw a note on his bedside table.

My dearest love, Virgil,
My apologies that I am not with you this morning. I truly wish that I was still in bed with you.
However, Thomas has something regarding the audition he went to two days ago, and I thought that it would be fitting for me to be present for that.
Depending on how this goes, Thomas might record a video, so I thought I'd let you know that before you randomly get summoned.
Yours truly,
Roman

Virgil groaned at the thought of recording a video. He didn't want to leave his bed, let alone have to stand in front of a camera.

Letting out a sigh, he got up, realizing that sooner or later he'd have to get out of bed, and he didn't really want Patton or Logan to come drag him out. After putting on a pair of sweatpants, a purple shirt, and his eyeshadow, Virgil headed to the kitchen, making sure to grab his sweatshirt from the dryer on the way there.

"Good morning, kiddo!" Patton chirped when Virgil got there, turning from the stove to give him a quick smile.

"'Morning, Patt," Virgil responded, sinking into a chair at the table. "What are you making?"

"Omelets!" Patton said with a smile, turning and setting a plate in front of Virgil.

"This looks really good, Patt," Virgil said, and it did. Some of the cheese was oozing out of the omelet, and Virgil could see ham and green peppers sprinkled throughout the eggs.

Patton flashed Virgil another smile before turning back to the stove to continue cooking.

"Roman told me that Thomas might record a video today," Virgil said as he ate the omelet, not wanting the kitchen to be silent.

"He might!" Patton squealed. "The director of the movie wanted to talk to Thomas, so we'll see what happens!!"

Virgil nodded, finishing his breakfast and setting his things in the sink.

"Well, I'm going to be in my room," he said and shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, walking towards the door to the hall. "So if you need me, that's where you'll find me."

Virgil faintly heard Patton acknowledge what he said as he walked away from the kitchen. As he was walking, Virgil decided to stop by and see what Thomas was doing.

When he appeared in the living room, he saw Thomas in the kitchen making something, but he also saw his camera set up in the living room, still recording. Smirking, Virgil walked across the living room, making it seem like he just noticed the camera as he walked past.

Turning to the camera, Virgil smirked before speaking. "Is your door locked? Did you leave the stove on? What do you think people say about you when you leave the room?"

Before he could continue his questions, Thomas interrupted him.

"VIRGIL!" he scolded, and Virgil flinched, his eyes widening. "Uh-uh! I know you are not giving other people anxiety!"

Virgil sighed, a look of friendly annoyance crossing his face as he looked to the side of the camera.

"You are my anxiety, no one else's," Thomas said, and Virgil could sense him walking up behind him. Virgil rolled his eyes and walked out of view of the camera, smiling at Thomas as he continued talking. "Trifling ass-ailant of my emotions."

Virgil sunk out to his room before Thomas could continue, giving him a short salute as he left. Once he was in his room, Virgil flopped onto his bed, rolling onto his side almost immediately as he realized that he was immensely bored.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his Tumblr for a while before momentarily checking YouTube for interesting videos. At the lack of interesting content, Virgil groaned and threw his phone down on the floor near his bed before sitting up.

Snapping his fingers, he turned on the small television in his room that allowed him to see what was happening to Thomas. As the tv took a moment to come to full brightness, Virgil froze when he heard the voice of a trait that he hadn't talked to in over a year.

"Alright, alright. Guilty as charged."

A/N:
hehehehe, shit's about to go down- anYWAYS, I'm so glad that I was able to finish this. I was stuck on the ending of this for so long, but I finally figured it out!!!

Also, my main New Year's resolution is to write a little bit every day, so hopefully, I'll be able to update my books more frequently (knock on wood)

Until next time,

Take it easy guys, gals, and non-binary pals!!!!

~death_by_fanfic