#u get to create entire lives from sitting at ur desk typing at ur laptop

[patton-croc-agenda]

Completely Unrelated Ch.4

Warnings: Panic Attack

Pairings: Platonic Analogical, various romantic ships implied if you squint reallyyyyy hard

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Logan was about 99% sure he broke a majority of the speeding laws he usually abided by as he rushed to get to his friend. A million different scenarios popped up in his brain, and Logan had to mentally shoot down the more illogical ones just to stay calm. Virgil lived in town, so it usually took him 10 minutes to get to his friend’s house (similar to how long it took Logan to drive to school), but in his panic and speeding he was able to get there in about 7 minutes instead.

Logan stumbled out of the car and up to the door. He rapped quietly, three times, and waited. About 10 seconds passed before he realized that if Virgil really was in danger, he probably wouldn’t answer the door, and considering how dark the windows were, he assumed Virgil’s dad was out. Logan tried the handle, and luckily for him it was unlocked. He wasted no time barging inside and stumbling up the stairs. He hesitated at the door to Virgil’s room, suddenly frozen in terror at what he might find. He shook off his nerves best he could, which was hard because they were (at least slightly) logical in this case.

Logan carefully opened the door, scanning the room. Nothing was really out of place, well, at least for Virgil it wasn’t. Logan fully stepped into the room and heard something from Virgil’s bed. Sniffling and gasping. Logan turned and saw a giant lump of blankets quivering on top of Virgil’s bed.

Logan felt guilty at the relief that washed over him. Virgil was having a panic attack. He wasn’t getting murdered, or kidnapped, or having a heart attack. At the sound of another shuddering gasp, Logan scolded himself mentally as he slowly walked over and pulled the blankets away from Virgil.

Okay, he took back his relief; his friend looked absolutely awful. He was curled up into a tiny ball, sweat clung to his face and hair, his eyes blown wide in terror. Logan felt suddenly very ill prepared for the situation at hand, as he had never seen Virgil have such an awful panic attack before. In fact, the only times he’d ever seen Virgil have a panic attack, Patton or Roman had been there to help soothe him. Logan was rather at a loss, except for the cold hard facts, and what he had seen the others do.

Swallowing his own panic, he sat down slowly next to Virgil and murmured to him.

“Virgil…can I touch you?” he asked in a tone he hoped was gentle. Virgil’s body shuddered as he gave the tiniest nod, but a nod nonetheless. Logan lightly took Virgil’s hand in his own and squeezed it.

“Okay, Virgil, listen to me. It’s Logan, okay? You need to breathe, remember? Like you taught us,” Logan tried to keep his voice steady as possible, and he gently put Virgil’s hand on his chest, his hand over it to help hold it steady. Logan took a deep breath. In for four seconds, hold for seven seconds, out for eight seconds. He repeated the process, and Virgil attempted to copy him. Eventually, Logan felt Virgil’s breathing calm down to a more normal pace. Slowly, he helped Virgil sit up and murmured soft words of encouragement as Virgil managed to calm himself down best he could.

“Alright, Virgil, can you speak?” Logan asked, hoping his tone was gentle. Virgil swallowed and quietly stammered out, “Y-yeah. Kinda.”

Logan hesitated a moment before awkwardly trying to put his arms around Virgil in a sort of hug.

“Should I call Patton?” Logan half asked, half suggested. Their fatherly friend was much better at this sort of thing. To his surprise, Virgil pulled away sharply and shook his head.

“NO! I-I mean…no,” Logan frowned and narrowed his eyes, causing Virgil to duck his head, hiding his face behind his bangs.

“Patton’s been coming over late a lot lately I…I don’t want to bother him again,” Virgil muttered, hugging his knees. Logan sighed.

“You know Patton would never feel bothered by your presence, nor do I, by the way. However, I do agree maybe we should let him rest if he’s been coming over late a lot,” Logan scooted closer to Virgil, not sure if his friend would appreciate the gesture or prefer to be alone. To his surprise, Virgil let his head flop onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for coming, by the way. Sorry if I made you panic,” Virgil muttered. Logan shook his head.

“You did no such thing,” Logan lied, before shifting to a more honest response. “I was, of course, a bit alarmed…but I assume the message you sent was the best you could come up with while in your state of panic. I’m glad you asked for help at all.”

Virgil smiled at that, looking down and picking at his jeans. Logan felt an itch to ask what had caused Virgil to have such an outburst, but then decided against it. Instead, he subtly pulled out his phone and selected Roman’s number and sent a text. Virgil had said he didn’t want to bother Patton, but he hadn’t said anything about Roman.

Logan: Roman, I’m at Virgil’s house and he had a panic attack. I calmed him down, but I don’t know what to do now.

The response was nearly instantaneous.

Príncipe es estúpido: woah what? why r u at his house so late?

Logan: It doesn’t matter. What should I do?

Príncipe es estúpido: uhhh idk i usually just distract him? like after patton or whoever calms him down i just try to get his mind off of what caused it

Logan: Okay, so what do you suggest?

Príncipe es estúpido: idk kiss him??

Logan sputtered, causing Virgil to look up from where he was staring at his knees.

“Who are you texting?”

“Roman.”

“What’d he say this time?”

“Nothing important,” Logan angled his phone away from Virgil, who narrowed his eyes for a moment before rolling them and directing them back at his knees, deciding to drop it.

Príncipe es estúpido: oh my god did u actually kiss him???? also is he ur crush because i’ve been trying to figure it out for years dude

Logan: No, I think kissing would make him panic more. I’d actually like to know how you came to the conclusion that kissing would be the best course of action here.

Príncipe es estúpido: its probably not the ‘best course of action’ or whatever but it would distract him

Logan: Well next time he has a panic attack I’ll make sure you’re around afterwards to kiss him.

Príncipe es estúpido: jhfghjkdlfshjgkdjksgkjfhdjhk

Logan pocketed his phone, deciding to take the first half of Roman’s advice and distract Virgil from whatever may have triggered his panic.

“So, Virgil, if you’re feeling up to it…do you think you could, erm, assist me on a project?” Logan asked, voice becoming sheepish. Virgil looked up at him and blinked, a tiny smirk curling onto his face.

“You need my help with something for school?” Virgil asked, sounding a bit too delighted. Logan scowled, but decided to concede.

“I…yes. That,” Logan muttered. He walked over to Virgil’s desk and picked up a piece of lined paper. He had left his laptop at home, so he decided to write the story out by hand and type it up when he got home.

“It’s a creative writing project. We must create a fictitious short story that is at least 500 words with at least one example of symbolism,” he said sitting back on Virgil’s bed cross legged. Virgil scooted to face him, mimicking his sitting position.

“Alright,” Virgil’s voice was still soft, and slightly hoarse, “so I assume you’ll be able to handle the symbol part. So, what do you need help with?” Logan bit his lip.

“I’m just…unsure on how to start, I suppose. I’m not good at coming up with creative ideas.” Virgil hummed thoughtfully, eyelids drooping slightly.

“Well when I’m having trouble coming up with something entirely new,” Virgil yawned, “I usually think about things that affect me in real life ‘nd apply those aspects to…fictional characters and scenarios,” he murmured, eyes drifting closed.

“Virgil?” Virgil snapped awake again.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just- sorry. Tired,” Virgil muttered. Logan sighed and smiled.

“Understandable. You can go to sleep if you wish, your advice was helpful. I can just go-.”

“No! I mean…stay…please?” Virgil asked, eyes round with wild panic again. Logan blinked in surprise before relenting.

“Alright, I’ll stay. Try to get some sleep, though,” Logan suggested. Virgil nodded and got up.

“You can use my desk, I’m gonna get ready for bed,” he said, padding out of his room. Logan looked at his paper and swallowed, finally starting to write.

Once, in a time unknown to all but those in the story, there was a boy made of sunlight and clouds…

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