PART TWO

Days passed and Roman was pretty sure that there was a change in Virgil. A very good change.

He was a bit more open, he wouldn't grunt at everything as he used to and he was eating healthier and having a pseudo-normal sleeping schedule.

Roman was happy. At night he stood until the clock marked 1am. to stand from his bed and crawl into Virgil's. This had been difficult to manage, but as soon as Virgil noticed that he actually slept, he dropped the complains.

Roman, as long as he had been sleeping with Virgil, he became aware of everything that anxiety attacks involved and he had felt so guilty for never caring. A heavy weight settled on his stomach.

Princey shifted and wrapped his arms more securely around Virgil's waist and ihnaled, trying to calm himself with Virgil's smell. It was later than usual and he was fighting the tiredness. He wanted to watch Virgil sleep. He looked so calm, so beautiful without makeup. He also loved the edginess that added the makeup but like this, moonlight illuminating the pale skin was simply captivating.

Roman didn't noticed when he closed his eyes, but when he woke up, fingers where carding through his hair softly. And soon he was lured back to sleep, blissfully warm and absolutely happy. And he was with Virgil.