#logantss

“Ah Virgil, I was hoping you would return soon. Would you like to go-“ Logan stops talking as Virgil moves straight past him, instead ducking under the desk on his side of the room. Logan blinks in confusion, staring at Virgil’s work desk, why would he dive under the desk. Logan approaches slowly and carefully, when he reaches the desk he can hear it. Panicked breathing. Logan can hear Virgil's quick choked breath stutter as he desperately tries to inhale and exhale properly. He doesn't want to invade Virgil's space, that may make the attack worse. Instead he taps on the wood above Virgil’s head, the top of the desk. He taps five times, then seven, then eight. It takes a moment for Virgil to realize that Logan is tapping out a breathing exercise. He struggles, trying to follow the pace, choking multiple times as he tries to follow. 

After a handful of moments he manages to loosely copy the exercise, the rushing in his ears dulls some as his vision clears a bit. This allows him to see Logan who is now crouching beside him, still tapping on the wood for him. Virgil meekly meets Logan’s eyes and Logan’s heart breaks. Virgil's eyes are red from crying, tears have etched trails of black makeup down his face in tear trails that make him look even more upset. Logan's eyes soften considerably and he can barely fight the inexplicable urge to pull him in his arms and cuddle him until he feels better. But friends don’t do that so he won’t. Plus he doesn't want to overwhelm him. 

“Virgil? May I touch you?” Logan asks softly, offering a hand to Virgil slowly. Virgil eyes the hand, he's shaking quite a bit and though his breathing is better it is still nowhere near even or okay. Not to mention he still has tears trailing down his cheeks and dripping onto his jacket. Before Logan can ask again, Virgil moves. “AH-” Logan exclaims, shocked to his core as Virgil is no longer under the desk, but now curled around him, shivering like a leaf and clinging to Logan like a lifeline. “Oh… okay.”  Logan slowly lowers his arms around Virgil, securely encompassing him in an embrace. Logan runs a hand up and down Virgil's back comfortingly, Logan's other hand finding its way into Virgil's hair and running through it gently. His purple curls are soft to the touch, far softer than Logan had imagined- not that he imagines such things. Virgil is still shaking but Logan could feel him relax slightly at the hand in his hair and on his back.

Virgil's breathing finally maintains a normal pace again, his head pressed to Logan's chest, he can hear Logan's heartbeat. It's soothing, he counts his breathing with the beats. Not to mention Logan's scent, something earthy, grounding… like pine, maybe with a hint of coffee. An interesting combination but one that Virgil has never been able to get enough of. And never been able to get this close too, not unless he was on Logans bed doing homework or drawing like he does sometimes while Logans studying. Neither of them were really ones for physical- well anything. They were as close as friends could be. Friends. Right. 

Virgil shakily tries to shift away from Logan, pulling back from him, “S-sorry I- d-didn't mean-n to i-invade yo-ur spac-” Virgil can't finish his shaky sentence because Logan gently presses him back down against his chest again. “Oh- Lo- what um- what are you-” Virgil tries to ask, only for Logan's hands to brush through his hair again, silencing him as he relaxes into the touch. 

“We can remain like this if you would like. It seems to be helping you currently and physical stimulation can be comforting to ground one during panic attacks.” Logan says evenly, basically creating an easy excuse for why he didn't want to move. “Would you like to tell me about your day? Or particularly what is bothering you about it?” Logan asks gently. “Not really… just a bad day I guess. Showed up late to my first class because it was raining and I walked to class. My professor called me out on it and embarrassed me in front of the whole class. Forgot I had a test in my next class and was panicinging to much to even try to focus on the test… I can't figure out what I want to do for my art project and it's due soon. I have an english essay due too and a report in science and when I went to walk back here I had my headphones in but ran into two loud guys on accident and I don't think they were mad but then they started hitting on me and calling me “emo nightmare” and freaking “JDelightful'' which I think was a heathers reference but then they were blocking the sidewalk and you know how I hate walking on grass and the green one started saying something about kinks and the red one was yelling something about that being inappropriate before getting closer and saying something about my hair and I just- I don't know it was way too much so then I lost it when I got back here and- and yeah… then you did the whole tapping thing and I invaded your personal space and you told me to stay and now… now were here I guess…” Virgil mumbles, finishing his story but staying curled against Logan, counting his heartbeats until Logan speaks. 

“Mmm, I'm sorry. That does sound like quite the day.” He responds. Virgil sighs, “Yeah… it's pretty alright now though…” Logan is quiet for a bit, clearly contemplating something. Virgil doesn't interrupt, besides sitting like this with Logan is rather warm, he wouldn't do anything to disrupt that. 

“Let's get McDonalds.” Logan says suddenly, sounding more like a definite and less like a suggestion. Which made zero sense, especially considering- 

“Don't you hate McDonalds because you don't trust the ‘sanitation or health of the food’?” Virgil asks, repeating a bit of the conversation the two had weeks ago when discussing the food Virgil had brought home to the dorm after a stressful test-filled day. 

“Yes, well, your impeccable memory aside, I have noticed that when you have a bad day you tend to get greasy food because you have a high metabolism and rarely eat lunch anyway. Thus you know that eating poorly wont cause negative weight gain. I also noticed that you have stopped eating McDonalds here in the doom after our friendly debate over it a few weeks ago. Though I have noticed salt on your hands a handful of times you return home, particularly after a bad day. This leads me to believe you just eat it somewhere else before you get back so that you don't worry me. Seeing as you currently have no salt on your hands now I can easily say that you have not yet had mcdonalds and synonymously have not had lunch either. And it's two in the afternoon. Lunchtime.” Virgil blinks for a moment, genuinely shocked and touched by the amount of care and attention Logan had put into Virgil. Virgil slowly shifted from where he was laying against Logan's chest to look at Logan. Logan saw Virgil’s awe and couldn't suppress the blush that perked up into his cheeks at how adorable the expression looked on his purple haired roommate. “McDonalds?” He repeats, it's a question this time but Virgil doesn't need to hear it.

His awe fades and there is a brief moment of something that flashes through Virgil's gray eyes. Logan tries to place it, almost like mischief- before Logan can finish the thought there is a strong pull to his tie, yanking his hight advantage down to the man in his arms. Virgil's lips are on his… soft, sweet, and eternally surprising to Logan, who believed he hadn't done anything to warrant abnormal– dare he say romantic gestures from his closest companion. 

To Virgil he had done everything. He cared. He noticed. Not to mention he was goddamn intelligent and hot. Virgil is blushing as he separates, he drops the tie and rubs the back of his neck avoiding the nerd's eyes in fear of rejection. “I- ha sorry I'm not really sure what happened there I um- got nervous I guess ha we can- we can pretend this never happened because well because it probably didn't I was stressed or whatever and you dont like me ha so- um yeah- yeah- I…”  Virgil's eyes flicker hesitantly back up to see why Logan is being so quiet all of a sudden. Virgil can't stifle the laugh that escapes him, nor can he hide the blush on his cheeks. Logan seems to be frozen, staring with the dopiest, dorkiest smile imaginable and the brightest blush on his cheeks. Virgil waves a hand in front of his face, snapping him from his stupor to focus on Virgil again. “I- uh hi.” “Greetings and Salutations.” Logan responds, smiling and blushing still on his face, though this time they were directed at Virgil, causing the other to stay blushing. “You um. You okay?” Virgil asks, shifting awkwardly in Logan's lap as the other looks down at him in pure, uncut adoration. 

“Yes, Virgil, I have emotions for you that are in no way platonic.” Logan says, his smile is still there, as is the blush, making Virgil's insecurities think he is joking at first. 

“Ha, wow L, really telling it to me straight.” Virigl attempts to play it off, only to get the most adorable look of serious confusion from logan. 

“No, you are misunderstanding. I am very much a homosexual Virgil, I am telling you I am gay. And currently, I am very gay for you specifically.” Logan says, clarifying for Virgil. Virgil tries to make sense of this. Yes Logan was always very to the point, yes he always spoke his mind and was adorably clueless on most pop culture references. Of course there was also no doubt in the fact that he always managed to simultaneously send Virgil's stomach into a torrent of butterflies and ground him with the warmth of his voice. 

“No that's not what I- I didn't mean you were straight I um- wait… ‘for me specifically’ what does that-'' Virgil tries and fails to voice his thoughts, Logan interrupts with a crystal clear question. 

“Would you like to form a romantic relationship with me?” Logan asks simply, not wanting to cause Virgil any more mental strain around the subject or Logan's words. “If that kiss was driven by stress and panic then I have no issue with you saying no. But typically actions like that are thought about in the mind before being acted upon or triggered by a stressful situation. In which case it is important to note that I have had inexplicable feelings in relation to you that Patton referred to last week as a ‘head over heels crush’ which I am still unaware what that means but-” Logan tables, it's possible Virigl will say yes, there is nothing gainst that of course, him misunderstanding things is a likely circumstances, especially considering this is Logan. He frequently makes these mistakes… Virgil stops his words and his thoughts with a single quiet word. “Yes.” Virgil says, causing Logan to pause. The two stare at each other for a moment before Logan smiles again, leaning down this time to meet Virgil's lips. This kiss is deeper, more emotion flows between the two, breaths sealed in promise. When they part, they are both smiling, Virgil's anxiety and Logan's burnout forgotten. 

“McDonalds?” Logan asks with a smirk.