He stayed in his room for 4 hours, staring at a wall and blaring music through his headphones, softly singing to a few songs that he didn't realize were by the same person.

"I'll save me, and you'll save yourself..." He muttered a little louder. He liked that lyric because people didn't need to 'help' him. It's just more painful for him in the end. He can do it.

"VIRGIL!"

He jumped back, taking off his headphones. "What?" He said in a voice sorer than he remembered "Oh thank god! I thought you ran away!" Roman spoke through the door, why is it always him? He giggled. "No, Juana the Mad, just listening to music." He learned that from Logan. Roman slowly opened the door, shielding his eyes, "Are you decent, Hot topic?" "No, but I'm dressed." 

Roman stop shielding his eyes. "Virgil, you look great, don't be so down on yourself!" He scolded, weird. "Where'd that come from, Princey?" He asked with a chuckle. "Nowhere, just you... Have my face, and that's to be appreciated." He said apprehensively, but still in his cocky prince way. "Pfft- whatever you say. What'd you come in here for?" He asked, tilting his head.  

"Oh, I was just checking on you, you left very quickly." He said, shrugging. "Okay... who told you to?" He said, why would anyone actually want to see him? He doesn't wanna see himself. "Patton... But he just convinced me! I did want to see you, Virgil." He said in an oddly sweet way. "Don't get sappy on me, Prince Harming, I'm fine, I just ate too much." He said, technically not lying. 

Roman furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, I get that." He said unsure. "Weirdo," Virgil said with a chuckle.

"Well if there's nothing for me to assist with, I will take my leave. Call me if you need anything!" Roman said with a smile. "Yeah. Cya later Ro." He said, throwing up a peace sign as Roman sank out.

"That was weird..." He muttered softly, staring at the floor by the foot of his bed. Maybe he knows..? No, no way, he's been so careful, besides him being stupid and dipping out. That couldn't have been that alarming, I mean, he does that sometimes, it's one of his weird things that are just Virgil.

Virgil's weird, that's just a fact of life.

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He didn't know when he fell asleep, or what he was doing at the time, but he's in his bed at least. He saw his phone on the floor, a few texts in the sides group chat discussing Patton and Roman doing Disney duets at 4 A.M. while Logan is trying to sleep.

He got up and stretched, feeling his neck, back, and shoulders crack out his stiffness. He'd bet that some people could hear it, he needed a chiropractor. Desperately.   Maybe he could get Patton's secret dog to step on his back, he's the only living thing in the mind palace that is lighter than him, not to sound conceited. 

He wasn't where he wanted to be yet. His goal weight, for now, was 100 pounds. He had to convince himself that any lower would be impossible for a pig like himself. Now that he's closer than he was when Thomas was in high school, he's thinking of setting it back. He's doing good.

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He didn't realize he zoned out until the sound of his phone notification damn near made him jump out of his skin. He saw the notification flash up, something else in the group chat, and the numbers 4:37 above it.

He decided to actually join the conversation for once, hoping to not get lost in the sea of words.