First time writing fluff. Let's start this!

Logan POV.

"Well maybe..." I manage to slide in, before once again being cut off by one of Patton's puns. Huh. That one was even slightly funny for once. They usually werent that funny when he interrupted me.

For once, I didnt continue from where I was. I just stopped. I couldnt keep doing this. It was constant. Them talking over me. Them not seeing me as important enough.

It was a dull pain. Not like the sting of being insulted. Where you can quickly say something back and it is all over. No this is a dull pain. And you cant get angry, because it's just a tiny thing. And you have never seemed upset by it before.

You cant fight things like that. Because they dont realise they are doing it. They dont realise they are forgetting you.

The conversation has moved on. I doesnt even know what to. I'm just lost in my head. Not thinking. No that's much too easy. I'm empty. No longer affected by that pain that is constantly there.

And then they are all sinking out. So I do too. I guess Thomas's dilemma is over. And hes all better until the next time he needs us. Until then we will just sit in the mind palace, the bickering will continue and the ignoring will continue.

I head straight to my room. Where I'm safe. They think I'm here all the time because I'm studying and trying to help Thomas. That or they dont notice. I try to convince myself that it's the first option. However the chances of that are growing less and less every day.

I let myself flop onto my bed. My room isnt messy or tidy. Not the crazy messy place some think it is, not the perfectly tidy that others think it is. Nope. Well, it used to be perfect. But I'm too tired for that these days.

I lie there. I dont know for how long. It feels like an eternity and no time at all at the same time. I'm unaware of everything. Completely and utterly Not Here. My mind never sticking on one thing for too long. I guess it's like meditation. But with that you usually get a nice ending. And this is a never ending dullness.

That's when I hear a creek. And I look at the door and see a figure there. From the posture, clothing and general shape I can tell its virgil. "Can I come in?" He asks softly. I automatically let him in.

There appears to me something on his mind as he perches himself on the edge of my bed. "What can I help you with?" I ask, automatically going back to my typical Logan Face. Here to help with all of your problems so you can fuck off as soon as possible.

"They shouldn't talk over you like that." He says softly.

He noticed? He noticed that they talked over me? But how? And why? It's not like it hugely matters, to anyone. Well maybe exept me. But that doesnt matter eather.

"I..." is all I can get out. Because what am I meant to say? I cant let these walls crumble. These walls are the only thing I have left.

"I noticed." He says softly, moving closer onto the bed. "How they would ignore you. Skip over what you had to say." I couldnt look at him. I just stare at my hands below me.

I always thought someone might notice. Or I might snap and tell them. But I was guessing that would be at the point when I didnt turn up for a whole video. I wasnt even banking on them noticing then.

"I was always listening." He says softly. And I continue to sit silently. Because what is the point? He noticed, that doesnt mean that the others did. Or even cared to notice.

"Thank you." I manage to croak out. It's not that I realise my eyes are wet. I must be crying. Strange. I hadnt cried in a very long time. I didnt think I had the ability to anymore.

I force myself to look up at him. And the second I see the concern in his eyes, I can no longer try to control the tears streaming down my face.

"Why dont they notice me?" I ask softly, "Do I not matter anymore?" Is the last thing I can force myself to say before looking down again, silently shaking from the tears.

He doesnt respond. Not with words atleast. He raps his arms around me, holding me tight.

And that's when I fully break.

Because I cant remember the last time I got a hug.

Virgil POV

He was clinging to me like I was a life raft. Like I was the only thing in all of existance that could save him. And at this point, I think I was.

He was babbling at this point. I couldn't always make out words, but I heard a couple. "Patton." "Lonely." "Janus." "Forgotten." "Roman." "Unimportant." "Remus." "Worthless." And after that bundle, he appeared to just be repeating one word. One word over and over. "Virgil."

"Shush shush. I'm here. It's all going to be okay. I've got you. You are safe here. It's all going to be alright okay? You are safe." I say to him as he clings to me. I stroke his back with one hand and his hair with another. "Let it all out. It's okay. I'm here. Nothing bad is going to happen."

After a few more minutes of crying into my shoulder, Logan pulls away slightly. And I let him. Because I will do whatever Logan needs from me right now. As he has done for me so many times.

Logan POV

"I'm sorry." I say quietly. I hadnt broken down like that infrount of anyone... ever.

But he... wasnt mad? He wasnt leaving now or asking for the thing he wanted now. He was... still here?

"You dont need to apologise at all Logan. You havent done anything wrong, they have. But I dont think now is the right time for eather of us to confront them." He tells me.

I hadnt done anything wrong? "But I made your hoodie all wet and wasted your time." I say softly. I felt sort of unsafe right now. Not that he was making me feel unsafe, I just felt... weird.

"You havent made it wet at all. Feel." He says, passing me his hoodie. "You can put it on if you like." He offers. And so I do. I immediately feel slightly calmer.

I wipe my eye with the sleeve, wanting the tears to go away. "Can... would..." I say. Trying to address what I wanted.

"Would you like to watch movies and cuddle?" Virgil asked. And yes, that was exactly what I wanted. I nod at him. "Please."

He changes my clothes suddenly, and I'm wearing some soft pajamas and his hoodie. I smile at him in thanks and crawl under the covers.

He quickly changes his clothes to be pajamas too, and gets under the blankets with me. Virgil puts on the black cauldron and snuggles up close to me.

Virgil holds me nice and tight. I've never felt this safe before.

And I know tommorow I will have to face Patton and Roman. And that's probably not going to be fun.

But the only thing that matters right now is that I'm in his arms. And I feel loved.

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Hope you liked this! It's my first time writing fluff so let me know if you have any pointers.

Please let me know if I need to add any trigger warnings/ correct spellings or anything like that.

Thanks and I love you all!
Elliot.