Logan was pushing himself to get more done. That was saying something considering his productivity was rivaled only by Roman's in terms of time spent doing his job. Roman often went into the Imagination to daydream, and Patton usually lost himself in simple pleasures like spending time with Virgil. But ever since the Light Sides had allowed Remus and Janus to come into their common room more often, Logan was constantly in his room, and he wasn't sure why that was the case.

Sure, Remus was irritating with his inability to keep his thoughts to himself as well as his graphic descriptions of horrible, disgusting, and/or sexual scenarios that came out far more often than was necessary. And sure, Janus's constant lying and hiding behind a mask, refusing to let them see even a sliver of who he really was made no sense. But neither did avoiding everybody. Yet here he was, buried in notes and rereading facts he knew very well, refusing to come out to talk to the others. Ever since Remus had pointed out that it wasn't him that Logan wanted to scream at, Logan had buried himself in every single task, menial or otherwise, that he could find, and he couldn't seem to stop.

It had been days since he'd interacted with anybody, and even the thought of how disorganized everything had to be in the communal areas couldn't bring him out of his room. He didn't much care if they were concerned, and they didn't seem to be, as nobody had disturbed him since he'd holed up. But it was simply too much to hope that they'd leave him alone indefinitely.

Late one night, there was a knock on the door. Logan ignored it, thinking that if he didn't answer, eventually they'd go away. Logically, that made sense. No response, and they would go away, whoever it was. But after another knock, Patton's voice came through.

"Hey, Logan? It's me. Are… are you okay?"

Logan didn't move a single muscle. 'He'll go away. He can't stay forever.'

"Logan? I know you're in there. I can sense you."

'Not a word. Don't answer.'

"If something's wrong, I want to help."

'He will stop. Just. Don't. Move.'

"Well, if there's anything I can do to help, come and get me, okay? I'm going to bed."

Logan didn't answer and he sensed Patton walking away. After a minute, he exhaled and placed his head in his hands. What time was it? He was exhausted, but he didn't want to sleep. He'd been having stress dreams, and though he knew it was illogical, he was afraid to sleep. The rest of the mind could rest, but he couldn't relax enough to do so. As if his body heard him, he gave a massive yawn, and he reached up to rub at his eyes beneath his glasses. Coffee would be great. A shot of caffeine to keep him awake and productive was just what he needed. He would wait thirty minutes to make sure Patton was asleep, then he would go and get some.

The thirty minutes lasted far longer than half an hour should. He found himself gazing at his watch for minutes at a time, his mind blank of any thought. When it had finally been long enough, he stood up and shuffled to the door. Opening it up, he peeked out at the hallway of doors to make sure there were no lights on. He breathed out a sigh of relief and the tight ball in his chest loosened. He didn't even pause to consider the sensation. It had been present for a few weeks now, and it only relaxed when he was alone. Normally he would be all for exploring new sensations, but this time he wanted to be as far away from it as possible, and he wasn't sure why.

He padded on quiet feet to the common room, peeking around the corner to peer into the dim room. When he saw nobody after a brief glance, he relaxed and stole into the kitchen, flipping the lights on. He didn't hear a soft gasp or see Virgil jerk awake in a corner. Logan quickly started a pot of coffee then leaned against the counter and watched the slow trickle of caffeinated liquid as it streamed into the pot.

"What are you still doing up?"

Logan nearly jumped out of his skin, and he spun around to see Virgil standing in the doorway. He held his headphones in one hand and his phone in the other.

"What the hell?!" Logan gasped, his hand jumping up to his chest as he sucked in a breath. He suddenly felt lightheaded as his heart thundered in his ears. The world seemed to narrow and spin and then he was forced to the floor.

"Head between your knees!" Virgil ordered. "Listen to me. Breathe in. Out. In. Out."

Logan obeyed, his mind racing. What was happening? Why couldn't he breathe? Why were his thoughts all over the place? Why couldn't he relax? He should be in control as usual, so what in the world was wrong?

"Come on, Logan. Focus. In. Out. In. Out."

Virgil's calm, authoritative voice was his only lifeline, and he listened to each command. Slowly, Virgil began to lengthen the time between a breath in and a breath out. As the room came back into focus, Logan felt blood pounding in his ears, and his entire body ached to a degree he didn't even know was possible. Bewildered and uneasy, he raised his head to see Virgil on the floor beside him, his dark eyes concerned.

"You okay?"

"I…" Logan had no words to describe what had just happened. "I don't… What?"

Virgil wrapped his arm around Logan's shoulders and Logan leaned against him, strangely comforted by the warmth of the anxious Side. "That was pretty scary, eh?"

"What was it?" Logan asked.

"Looked like an anxiety attack," Virgil answered, rubbing soothing circles on Logan's back. "I didn't mean to scare you that bad. But then again, you've been avoiding us. I guess seeing me when you didn't expect it was too much."

Logan felt his cheeks redden, and he sat up abruptly and adjusted his glasses. "Preposterous."

"What is?" Virgil asked.

"I don't have anxiety. I am Logic, not Anxiety. That is your job."

Virgil stared at him. "Then what was that?"

Logan huffed. "I've been staying up too late for too long. It was simply my body trying to tell me to sleep."

"What's going on here?" a silky smooth voice asked.

Logan turned around to see Janus and Remus in the doorway. Mortification swept over him, and he staggered to his feet despite his protesting body. He adjusted his glasses and tried to think of something clever. Unfortunately, he wasn't Roman, so the silence stretched on as Virgil stood up and placed his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Logan was just having—" he began, but Logan cut over him.

"I was planning on having some coffee. I've got a lot of important business to attend to. However, I seem to be more tired than I thought. I believe I'll skip the coffee and go to bed."

With that, Logan pushed past them. Remus giggled and smacked his butt on the way out.

"Dream of me, Forky!"

Logan didn't even react to the strange nickname, though he did jolt at the unwanted slap, and he practically bolted back to his room and climbed into bed, trying to block out what had just happened.

"Forky?" Virgil asked, warily staring at his old friends.

"He's got a forked-tongue, which isn't as good as a fork in the tongue," Remus said, grinning. "Ain't that right, Janny?"

"Almost every word out of his mouth was a lie," Janus said, leaning against the doorframe. "Looks like you didn't take to the lessons like Remus did, eh Virgil?"

Virgil's cheeks turned pink. "I know he was lying."

"Then what happened?"

Virgil hesitated. Could he tell them? Should he tell them? He had sensed Logan getting more and more agitated ever since Thomas had met Nico. When he felt that anxious, little helped. At least since he'd left the Dark Sides. Janus and Remus had never refused to help him when he was having a particularly trying time. But that was different. Virgil was completely different from Logan. Logan was the embodiment of higher reason, not as primal as he and Janus and Remus were. He was much more at home with Patton and Roman in their more civilized ways. Still, there was no denying what had just happened.

Virgil let out a breath and looked down at his shoes. "Logan just had an anxiety attack. I think it's because he's been avoiding the rest of us. And him seeing me when he didn't expect it probably triggered it. But I don't know for sure."

Remus giggled again and skipped over to the coffee pot. It was full to the brim with hot coffee, and he took it out of the coffee maker, then popped off the lid and poured it on his face with his mouth open. The steaming liquid cascaded over his face and his skin turned an angry red as it burned him. Even his mouth blistered as he poured the entire pot over himself. When it was out, he swallowed as he turned it upside down and pouted.

"Damn. I ran out."

"We have mugs," Virgil said, fighting a smile.

"Nah."

"Mm, you could lick it off the floor," Janus said, amusement in his tone.

Remus grinned. "Good point, Janny!"

With that, he got down on his hands and knees and began to lick up the puddle of coffee. Virgil watched for a moment then looked back up at Janus.

"Something's wrong."

Janus raised his eyebrows. "I don't care."

Virgil shrugged. "What can we do?"

"Why not let Roman and Patton take care of it? I'm positive they're equipped for it."

"You're right," Remus said, sitting up with coffee dripping from his chin. "Mr. Logic is all angy about nobody listening to him." His eyes sparkled as he grinned, his voice mimicking Logan perfectly. "But of course he's never felt anything in his life."

Janus smirked. "Of course not. He's far above that sort of unreasonable behavior."

"How bad is it, Rem?" Virgil asked, the nickname slipping from his lips before he could stop it.

"He veeeery angy," Remus sang, conjuring a rag and dipping it into the puddle on the floor.

"How angry?"

Remus paused and looked up at him. "Angy, not angry," he corrected. A wicked grin stretched over the Duke's face. "We haven't seen him angry yet."

"Hm." Janus thumbed his bottom lip and glanced away. "Naturally. His anger is still more cute than violent."

"So does he need to be angry?" Virgil asked.

"I think he needs to rip out a throat or two," Remus said, grinning. "I bravely volunteer to be skewered! It'll be so much fun!"

"I don't think he'll attack you," Janus said, shifting and averting his eyes.

"He definitely won't attack me," Virgil said. "So what can we do?"

Janus thumbed his lip then nodded and met his eyes. "Well don't look at me. I won't be his punching bag. I told you I don't care."

Virgil stared at him then nodded. "Thanks, Jan."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Janus said, leaning against the doorframe.

Virgil looked down at Remus, who was now half naked and washing himself with the spilled coffee. His skin was still red and burned, but he looked happy as he drew the rag over his body.

"Want some, emo?"

"No coffee. Or sex," he added before Remus could pounce.

"Well, $&!#." Remus pouted. "Guess you still know my old tricks." Then in an instant, Remus became serious. "When are you coming back to visit? It's not the same without you."

A dark flush crept over Virgil's face, and he looked at Janus, who stared at him coolly. "You first."

"%#*& off," Virgil snarled, a dark edge creeping into his voice as his anxiety spiked.

"Then you should go to bed."

Virgil knew Janus well enough to see that he was still wounded. But he was wounded too. They had both said such terrible things that day, and shame nearly buried Virgil alive. But he couldn't say it. Not without some kind of relief happening first. But that wouldn't happen. And he knew Janus was starting to pull away from his more primal side, just like he had. If that was the case, they would never be friends again. Because the Light Sides couldn't see them like that. They would be disgusted and horrified. And Virgil couldn't blame them.

So without another word, he pulled up his hood and slouched out of the room, leaving the two Dark Sides staring after him.