Hey there, it's been a while. Sorry about that. I'm still updating, though! Here's another one-shot, and please excuse my sucky characterization of Remy.
Summary: Virgil and Remy hang out after Taking On Anxiety With Lilly Singh.
"Hey, I'm sorry, girl," said Remy.
Virgil still didn't know why his friend called everyone "girl" and "babe" and things like that, but it didn't matter, it really didn't. "You were right," he said. "It didn't matter how I acted, they hate me anyway."
"It's okay, babe, it's okay. Who cares what they think?" comforted Remy.
"If you were Deceit or Remus, you'd be 'I-told-you-so'-ing me so hard right now," said Virgil.
Understanding that Virgil wanted to change the subject, Remy asked, " 'I-told-you-so' is, like, a verb now?"
"Sure, screw Logic," said Virgil, smiling a little.
"For real, though, anything they say about you? Forget it. They only put up with how I act 'cause they know I'm, like, necessary to Thomas, or else they'd make me behave." Remy pretended to shudder at the last word. "So yeah, acting like me probs wasn't gonna do you any favors, hon, but tbh, it had a chance of working. We couldn't be sure until you'd, like, tried it, right? Besides, good ol' Tommy totes needs you too. He just doesn't know it yet."
"Look, Rem, I know last time I thought I knew better than you I was wrong, but the idea that Thomas needs me just doesn't seem plausible."
"Nope! We have no time for your self-deprecation, no siree! Thomas is already gonna be up late enough editing the video even without your shenanigans," teased Remy.
"You're sounding like Morality, you know that?" Virgil said.
"Nah, he can mother hen Logic and Princey, but I get to take Virgil Duty."
"I don't need to be mother-henned!"
"Girl, if you think that's gonna stop me, you've got another think coming."
Remy and Virgil grinned. They liked pretending to argue with each other, though no one else understood it. Princey had seen it happen once and immediately assumed that they hated each other, and the resulting vine had actually been pretty funny, so they hadn't bothered to correct him. Besides, pretending to hate each other was kind of fun. Each fake argument was full of phrases no one watching understood the real meaning of, small gestures no one else noticed, the secret language of best friends. Because, odd as it may be, Anxiety and Sleep are best friends. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but they don't care. They're just glad to have each other.
It's actually pretty funny: Roman thinks they hate each other; Remus thinks they're in love.
Oh, yeah, that's a funny story, Remus thinks Virgil and Remy are secretly a couple. Probably because of that one time he saw Virgil asleep on Remy's shoulder. But, come on, Remy is literally Sleep. Besides, Virgil had been really tired. Thomas had done way too much socializing for him that day. And Thomas had almost been run over! By a bicycle, which he had avoided with four seconds to spare, but still. And then Thomas had gotten home, and Virgil had just wanted to hang out with his best friend and stop thinking for a bit, so sue him. And then once he'd relaxed, he'd fallen asleep, and waking up to Remus's laughter had not been pleasant. Then again, Remus's laughter was just unpleasant in general.
Once Remus had left, Remy had turned to Virgil and said, "Are we going to correct him, or are we just going to let both the twins think what they think?"
"Let's just not tell him," Virgil had said.
But now, Virgil said, "Hey, now that the fanders have seen me act like you, do you think they're gonna stop believing Roman?"
"I didn't think about that," said Remy. "Hey, I know, like, once the video is up, we can get some pumpkin spiced seasonal depression and see if any of the fanders in the comments figured it out."
"Do you have to call it that?"
"Would I be me if I didn't?" Remy grinned.
Virgil snorted. "Would I be you if I did?"
"Touché," said Remy, sticking his tongue out.
All it was was a small moment of tranquility and peace, a tiny respite from the rest of the world, just two friends hanging out. But for Virgil, that was more than enough.