((Warnings: slight angst, Reader is Patton's sibling. This is long awaited- I'm sorry- Requested by: PeacefulLavender, I hope this was what you were wanting. Enjoy!))

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Past memories

(Third) POV:

It's been days after the video where Janus was accepted. As well as when Janus had said what he did, we all know what.

"If you had a mustache, I wouldn't be able to tell who the evil twin is-"

Roman hadn't been able to get that sentence out of his head. It haunted him. He couldn't seem to get away from it.

The more he tried, the worse it affected him, the more he felt like he wasn't needed, nor wanted.

Instead of doing his daily routines of self care, he let himself go care free. He didn't care what his hair looked like anymore, he didn't care what he himself was dressed in, he didn't care about beauty sleep. And worse of all. He didnt care about eating.

Which didn't go unnoticed.

(Y/n), Patton's sibling; who of which represented grief. They could tell when someone was grieving, and/or neglecting themself because of it.

They noticed Roman's strange behavior. The dark circles under his eyes. How he would shove awa his food after a few bites. How he wouldn't look in the mirror like he usually did to fix his hair. How he barely talked anymore.

And others began to notice too, but just wouldn't act on it. So, (Y/n) took it upon themself to confront Roman about what was happening. And that is what they were about to do right now.

It was after dinner, and everyone was talking like usual while Roman was stuck up in his room. Which was strange, even to Virgil; who of which usually stays in his room for long periods of time.

(Y/n) looked up the stairs, contemplating, before finally standing and walking up them.

They stepped up to Roman's room, and knocked on the door. The wood was painted a crimson red, and had the nice elegant cursive font; that spelt out Roman's name, in a gold, glitter like paint.

(Y/n) heard a small muffled. "Go away-" come from inside of the room. Usually Roman didn't mind visitors, considering it was one of the times he could show off how neat and beautiful his room was.

(Y/n) was a bit taken aback, but they didn't let that stop them from turning the door knob.

Coincidentally the door was unlocked.

They opened the door slightly, taking notice of the sluggish prince on the bed.

They walked in, silently closing the door behind them.

Roman hadn't noticed their presence in the room, as he sat on his bed, hugging his knees as he was deep in thought.

The only time he noticed them is when the bed shifted from under their weight as they sat down next to the sullen creative male.

He glanced up at them, before returning his gaze to the bed.

"Go away, (Y/n)." He said, his voice a bit raspy and hoarse, it had sounded like he had or was about to cry.

(Y/n) didn't leave, they stayed beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Roman.. why are you neglecting yourself-?" They asked, receiving no response. "Roman-?"

"Go away, (Y/n). I don't want to talk about it." Roman stated, his dull eyes staring at the bed.

But (Y/n) was persistent. They always were. They stayed beside him, brooding in silence along with him.

They gently ran their hand through his hair, humming softly.

They untangled some knots from his uncombed hair. He never bothered to comb it anymore. He didn't see a need to.

They stayed in the silence with him ,the only thing being heard was the soft hums (Y/n) was emitting as they ran their fingers through his hair. It was quiet and still.

That is, until they felt him start to shake.

They looked down at him, seeing his eyes were filled with tears that were threatening to spill out of his eyes.

He looked up at them, his once dull eyes were now filled with pain and regret. Emotions coursed through him, the emotions he was trying to get rid of. Sorrow.

"Wh-What has happened to me (Y/n)-?" He mumbled out, his voice cracking as he trembled, realization of how he was malnourished hitting him like a brick. How he had changed so suddenly.

"Shhh- it's okay.. it's going to be okay." They replied to him, kissing his forehead as he wrapped his arms around them, seeking some sort of comfort as he wept.

"I- I- I feel numb- I- I want to be different- I- Why am I like this-?" He cried, holding on tightly to (Y/n). "Why- I- I feel so- so terrible- I- I don't know whats wrong with me-"

He buried his head into their chest as they hummed, trying to calm him down. They played with his hair. The soft vibrations coming from the back of their throat coaxed him into relaxation.

"You're grieving.. and thats okay." (Y/n) tells him, feeling him start to relax, instead of being so tense. "Grieving isn't just over a loved one. You can grieve over yourself as well. You can grieve over who you were and how you change.."

He stayed silent, resting his chin on their chest, as he looked up at them. They wiped away his tears and pecked his nose, causing him to flush.

"Thank you.. for listening.. and just..being here.." He spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

"You're welcome. I always will be." They said, smiling softly at him.

He sighed contently, not daring to move away from the comfort of their arms as he mumbled something to them. "I love you."

They smiled widely, their heart jumping at the sudden words. "I love you too."

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Bonus:

Patton saw that (Y/n) went up to Roman's room and hadn't come back down yet. He got a little worried.

What if something happened?

He was getting anxious, which wasn't his job. So he decided to go up to Roman's room and see what was the matter.

He walked up the stairs, getting more worried with each step he took.

He walked up to Roman's door, not bothering to knock as he opened the door, looking into the room.

He saw Roman and (Y/n) both on the bed, arms wrapped around each other and Roman's face nuzzled into their neck.

At first glance, it didn't look too pleasant to Patton.

He stood there blinking as he held onto the door knob. His hand clenched around the metal.

"...Virgil- Get me the Rolling Pin-"

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(Word count in total: 1124)