Warnings: Panic attack, lmk if I need to add anything else!

Roman pulled Virgil down onto the couch with him, back to the armrest. Virgil allowed him, still tired from being up the entire night before. Roman wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, holding him tightly and nuzzling his head in Virgil's hair.

"As nice as this feels, Roman, I'd like to get some sleep right now," Virgil yawned, and Roman chuckled. He nodded and got them in a more comfortable position. Virgil turned so he was now on his stomach, arms wrapping around the creative trait.

Roman started to brush through Virgil's hair gently, moving his bangs out of his face. Virgil didn't have any eyeshadow on at the moment, but there were still bags under his eyes. Roman pressed his lips to the anxiety trait's forehead, before leaning his head back and relaxing more himself.

He could feel Virgil's breathing even out, and guessed he was finally asleep. He really did need it. Roman remembered walking into Virgil's room late that night to check up on him to find him on his phone. And apparently that's how he had been for the rest of the night.

Sleep pulled at the edges of Roman's mind, and he closed his eyes. Slowly, he slipped into the world of dreams, where his imagination could run more wild than ever.

~

Roman woke up before Virgil. He just lied there, holding the other still. He didn't dare try to get up, in fear of waking Virgil up in the process. Roman made the remote appear in his hand, and he turned on the TV. He turned on Disney Channel and lowered the volume.

About two hours later, Virgil had woken up and was watching whatever was on with him. Roman kissed Virgil's forehead again, watching as his face grew red. Roman chuckled softly, turning back to the TV.

His attention was drawn back to Virgil when his breathing started to quicken. "Virgil?" Roman asked, and Virgil squirmed in his arms, trying to break free. Roman allowed him to move away, and Virgil moved to the other end of the couch, trembling. "Hey, hey, you're going to be okay." Roman said softly, carefully moving closer to comfort his boyfriend. Virgil buried his face in his knees, arms wrapped around himself tightly.

Roman was beside him now, and slowly began rubbing his back in comforting circles. "Remember, breathe slowly. Four seconds in, seven seconds of holding, and eight seconds out." Roman whispered. He could feel Virgil doing just that. Virgil did it multiple times before he finally looked up. His breathing was still uneven, but they were slower, under more control.

Roman held his arms out, and Virgil climbed back into them. He buried his head in Roman's neck, breathing in his scent. Virgil's hands gripped Roman's shirt tightly as Roman continued rubbing his back soothingly. Roman was whispering sweet nothings to him.

After a short while, Virgil's breathing was calm and he was no longer gripping onto Roman like his life depended on it. "Better?" Roman whispered, and Virgil nodded. Virgil curled his legs so that his entire body was basically on Roman, and he looked up with a weak smile.

Roman returned the smile and leaned down slightly, capturing Virgil's lips in a quick, sweet kiss. Virgil smiled a bit more and rested his head on Roman's shoulder, closing his eyes and sighing in content. Roman held him tighter, resting his head on Virgil's as he looked back towards the TV, allowing the other trait to sleep some more.