"Why are you being so difficult? We want the same thing," Janus hissed, quite possibly a tad too close.
"Well clearly we don't want the same thing. I want to do the right thing and I don't think you could do that if you tried," Roman seethed right back, leaning in closer.
"But you also want to spread your wings! To create freely, to take opportunities. You are being limited! I can help you!"
"I don't believe you! How can I trust you with this when you're the enemy in every other situation?!"
"Ever heard of an imperfect ally?"
"Ever heard of irreconcilable differences?"
Janus paused. "Why are we married in your scenario?"
"We're getting a divorce in my scenario! We're clearly separated!" Roman threw his hand sin the air, turned, and stomped a few paces away.
"Really? Why did we get married if we hate each other so much?"
"Oh. Well…" He paused, a thoughtful look replacing his previous snarl. "Probably because despite your tendency to do everything that Patton tells us not to, you are still very kind to me and we are both very attractive and it was probably a spur of the moment thing, a little fling filled with a passion that we thought was hatred and frustration but turned out to be something else and then turned out to be frustration and hatred. It was a spring wedding and the cherry blossoms were floating peacefully down as we eloped."
"I do appreciate the dramatics. Who was our witness?"
Roman turned back, already in his pondering posture. "Hmm... Well it would have had to happen in the imagination so who do you want to be our witness?"
"Shirley Jackson."
"You would be a Shirley Jackson fan."
"You pick one then." He totally wasn't even a little bit offended.
"... I never said I wasn't a Shirley Jackson fan."
… Previous non-offense retracted. "And who officiated?"
"Gene Kelly. He became officially ordained just for us."
"Didn't he die in '96?"
"I'm impressed! He did, but it's the imagination. I'm the boss and I can do what I want."
"Oh? Tell me more."
"Well since you're such a fan of my dramatics, there will be 99 empty chairs and one filled by our witness separated into two halves with 50 on each side, ten rows of five to create an aisle. A red carpet is rolled out, obviously-"
"Obviously."
"- and I'm wearing a regal suit of white, gold, and red, my signature colors. What are you wearing?"
"Hmm, well, my usual attire wouldn't do... I'm no Creativity, but I think I can come up with a little something."

He paused, pretending he didn't have fancier back up outfits that he'd thought about a thousand times, then Janus snapped himself into a suit he thought would fit the occasion. He kept his usual slacks and shoes, but he was wearing a white shirt and black tie underneath a golden yellow vest embroidered in black with snakes and over that was a black suit coat with dramatic tails. The gloves and hat remained of course.

He might have chosen a dress but then he would definitely be a black widow and spiders were so Virgil's thing.

"For you, darling." Janus flicked his wrist and produced a daffodil.
"For me? A daffodil? If I recall correctly, they represent selfishness."
"Of course they do."

Roman wasn't paying Janus any attention at this point, he already had his right thumb and forefinger to his chin, and Janus knew nothing he said at the moment would get through.

"That might just be the purple one, though. Strength and overcoming obstacles for certain. That would be cute. But there was something else, too… I wish I could remember. I bet Specs would know. He knows everything Thomas has ever learned, no matter how whimsiful. Ha. I bet that drives him crazy."
"I bet. But don't you have anything for me?"
"But of course, mi rey." Roman flourished and along with changing his outfit, a flick of his own wrist produced a dozen red roses mixed with some red carnations. The bouquet was bound with a golden snake.
"Show off," Janus totally didn't grumble.
"I can't help what I am."
"Truly. And what you are is impressive, I must say," he purred.
"Who, me? Do go on."
"You are strong and kind and virtuous. And you have been oh, so neglected, yet despite this you push on, trying to do the right thing, even when it cuts you to your core. That's why you need someone to look out for you, because your goodness will be your undoing. Be selfish for once, Roman, and I mean truly selfish. Not just pushing back to be heard. Take what you need."
"I can't just take what I want with no regard for others. I'll admit that I haven't always been the best about it, but I deeply regret the pain I've caused the others… and you."
"That's behind us now. You needn't cling so to the past."
"Logan says those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat it."
"True, but those who linger in the past will have no future. There is a balance to be struck."
"Why are you helping me?"
"It's my job. My core function. Your core function is Creativity, but you are also the Ego. I may lie, but my core function is to preserve and protect you. The others as well, but you are my main charge."
"I don't want or need your help."
"You may not want it, but you do need it. You may scorn me at every turn, but it doesn't change what I must do. Without Thomas's sense of self, there is nothing left to be concerned with. You so-called light sides have been waging wars worse than any I have hidden are capable of. The scars on all of you cut deep. You have to stop this. Balance can not come at the cost of any of you, least of all you, my prince."
"So then why are you telling just me to take?"
"Patton already knows what he must do, Virgil will probably never listen to me again, Logan needs a far gentler and more time consuming touch, and of course, Remus has never hesitated, he needs no guidance on this issue."
"I still don't know…"
"I will wait, but there is only so long I can give you."
"I just… I have to be his hero. What am I if not that?"
"You will always be his hero. You stumbled. We're in the third act. There's still time before the climax, don't give up on our prince just yet."
"... That's it!"
"There's still time before the climax?" It was a good thing Remus wasn't around just then.
"No, the other meaning! It represents broken or unrequited love- Oh."
"Don't say oh."
"Oh."
"No need to italicize it."
"You- Do you- That is, what I mean to say is-"
"Oh come on, Roman. As if I know what flowers mean. It's yellow. That's my thing."
"Then why not a yellow rose?"
"Well everyone knows that one. The friendship flower probably isn't the best one for a wedding."
"We're not actually getting married."
"I know that," Janus hissed. "You're the one I was worried about confusing fantasy for reality, changing the tense of your verbiage and all."
"You snapped into a suit first."
"You snapped into a suit, second."
"Really? That's all you've got?"
"What else do you want from me?" is not what he meant to say, but it's what came out of his mouth.
"... The truth. I was receptive to you at first because I didn't want to make the same mistake we did with Virgil, but then everyone was upset at me for it, and you and Patton were literally on opposite sides of the courtroom and so I thought that I was wrong again, and of course you set Remus on us after that so I was certain that I was supposed to oppose you but… Then everything went horribly and you helped Patton and they say I'm supposed to like you now, so what's the truth? I tried to decide for myself but it seems like no matter what I do, I'm wrong. Maybe if Thomas had Remus instead of me this whole time-"
"Roman. Repressing Remus was regrettable, but I can't think of a single situation in which trading you for him would have been beneficial. Sure, Remus is as free a thinker as they come, but he's also chaos incarnate. And as far as the truth…"

Janus looked down at his gloves. Was he doing this again? He sighed. He would do it for Roman. Taking a glove off, starting by pulling at the fingers, revealed a scaled hand which he held up as proof of his oath.

"I solemnly swear that I only have Thomas's best interests at heart, and that I want to help you create a life worth living. I hope that you will work with me towards this goal."

He wasn't sure what he expected, but nowhere on Janus's list was getting tackle hugged by a tearful prince.

"Shhh, it will be alright." Janus ran his ungloved fingers through Roman's hair. "I've got you. Now and forever. Till death do us part."
Roman pulled out of the hug with his hands firmly on Janus's shoulders. He nodded. "Till death do us part."