Virgil's pov
I woke up crashing on top of Roman for the second time in as many days. "WHAT THE FUCK". I then realized I was only in my boxers and tried to hide but Roman had a death grip on me. "You're a goner now, what are you going to do wimp?" that voice won't go away. Tears streamed down my face I couldn't hold in my sobs but what was the point anyways they had all seen it. "...ease-please le-let me go" I let out a barely audible whisper. Everything was collapsing around me, I felt as if I was having the worst panic attack of my life. I somehow ended up on the couch Roman still holding onto me so I couldn't sink out. I was only able to make out a few words out over the sound of my heart and the rapidness of my breathing. "Virgil breath with me" that voice make me feel calmer. "In for 4 seconds, hold for 7, out for 8, you're doing great keep going". My vision slowly came back and it was just me Roman on the couch.
I couldn't stop crying. Why the fuck am I so weak. I felt myself falling into another panic attack because of how exposed I felt and looked. Roman could almost read my mind and asked Logan to get a blanket for me. "Virgil, we really need to talk" Roman's voice was stern but also caring. My mouth opened and closed without a single sound coming out of it. He probably can't talk yet; most likely the severity of the anxiety attack has his brain fried. What you did Roman was stupid and ineffective in helping Virgil overcoming his... umm... Issues".
"kiddo I'm going to get you a set of clothes, can I go into your room". I just nodded my head not really hearing what Patton said because I was so tired and Romans body was so nice to lay on.
