{Roman pov}

I drop my pencil, acutely aware of my hands shaking. My body feels like it too. I look down to my diary entry.

Remus brings out the worst in people.

I feel horrible. He's my brother. And maybe I'm jumping the gun by thinking Virgil would ever feel anything for me.
I'm just his friend, I can't be the one to deem us moreso.
He has that power.

And... I'll be fine if he chooses someone else over me...

I briefly hear someone enter my room, talking but it sounds blocked out. Who..?

I feel hands on me, my shoulders, and he turns me to him. Father.
He's got on a dark dress shirt, and a blue tie as always, but.. this time fancier.. and his hair is professionally done as it always is.
He's playing with my hands, pushing his thumb to my palm and rubbing it in. A grounding technique. He's talking to me. My hearing briefly gets better.

"Roman? Can you..?" it gets blocked out.

What if Virgil chooses Remus over me?

My breathing becomes more strained and I'm sobbing. I can't breath. I can't hear. I can't feel.
What's happening to me?

I feel trapped.

But sooner than I expected, my hearing returns and my breathing calms and I can hear father's soft humming. He's humming a Disney song.  He used to hum them to me and my brother when we were younger.

"What happened?"

"You had an anxiety attack." Father picks me up bridal style, and places me under my covers in my king-sized bed.

This is nice.. but I'm royaly tired. . .

I hum in response, not having the energy to say much. Not able to question that I prince Roman, had an anxiety attack?
Me? Of all people? Ive known myself all my life I didn't think I of all people could have anxiety.

"I was leaving for a date, but I can stay if you need me too." Father spoke softly, a hand combing my hair out of my face.

"Don't leave love waiting.." I root him on, but not as energetic as I wish. I'm much too tired and need beauty sleep.

Logan smiles and kissed my forehead.

before I know it it's lights out.

{Logan's pov}

I tuck in my son, leaving to put his things away. I take his journal in my hands, trying to find the cause of his attack.

Ah. Love. With... Virgil.

And of course, Remus is involved in more. The story restarts with Roman's possible love story's.

I place the journal in the shelf where is belongs and toss the broken pencil into the bin.

I leave the room after looking to Roman one last time and close the door behind me.

Can't leave Patton waiting.

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{Virgil pov}

I feel... Odd. Like this is all wrong.

I'm hanging out with his Brother behind his back. I haven't lied. He didn't ask. . .
Remus asked to hang out. I asked if Roman was coming and Remus said he was busy with a theatre thing.

It's Roman's fault.. he was busy.

Right?

"Aww what's wrong worry wort? Thinking about anything in particular? Maybe worried about a certain dead body you need to move? I'll be glad to help!"
Remus smiled mischievously at me, arm wrapping around my shoulders.

Okay... That's ... Too  comfortable.

Still, I don't move. I can't. What if get upset and he yells? He's my only friend besides his brother.
Still, I like remus' sense of humor. It's more on the darker side, like mine. He gets me. In a way Roman can't.

We're at my house, sitting in the living room. Patton left us in the house together, seeing as he had a date with someone. I'm glad he's getting back out there but... This was badly placed timing.

I'd rather have been left alone with Roman. My prince..