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Only Virgil had seen Logan cry. Not that anyone else knew that fact, as Virgil had been sworn to secrecy when Logan woke up the next morning with his head in Virgil's lap and the purple clad side drifting off. When Logan needed to cry he went to Virgil, knocking on his door and waiting to be let in before falling into a warm embrace as soon as it was offered.
It was three weeks until Roman caught on. Roman, despite not being the heart, was surprisingly smart when it came to emotional intelligence. He knew when Virgil needed a cup of hot cocoa outside his door instead of a cup of coffee. He knew when Patton needed a Disney marathon with extra pillows and blankets. He knew when Deceit needed an extra blanket at movie night because for a snake he cried a surprising amount. Logan, though. Logan was tricky. Roman could tell when a nickname cut a bit too deep, he could tell when Logan was stressed by the workload Thomas had given himself, but when Logan was upset enough to seek comfort he was clueless. But when Logan clearly was hurt more by nicknames and when his normal two cups of coffee reached the new level of six he knew that it had to correlate to when he stayed up and noticed Logan outside Virgil's door, face pleading to be let in.
It was always at ten sharp that Logan would exit his room in order to see Virgil. Roman figured this out quickly. So, instead of catching him in the hall, Roman decided to knock on the other's door at 9.59. He hesitated before knocking, chewing his lip gently.
"Who is it?" Logan's voice was a bit shaky through the door, uncommon for him.
"It's Roman. May I come in?"
"Um, yes, you may." Logan seemed hesitant, unsure. Roman entered anyway.
Logan's room was dark, a pattern of fake stars on the ceiling above his bed and desk, bookshelves lining a wall, it was very like Logan. His closet door was barely open, a dark blue fabric peeking out from the inside. Roman hummed quietly, looking to Logan, who was standing quietly by the door.
“Is there something the matter?” Logan’s voice had evened itself out, though Logan himself still looked upset.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing, Logan. You’ve seemed stressed lately. If you need to talk, I’m here.” Roman spoke in a surprisingly gentle tone, voice soft. He clearly didn’t expect when Logan’s plain expression cracked and his eyes began to water, hurrying over toward the other side. Logan almost immediately fell into the waiting embrace, letting Roman catch and hold him tight. Roman shifted the other, much lighter side, moving him to the bed to sit him down. Logan clung to the princely side, however, as if begging to not be left alone. Roman decided he’d go with it, carefully wrapping an arm around Logan who nestled into his side with a tiny sob. “It’s alright, Logan. Just let it out, alright?”
Logan let himself cry into Roman’s side, nestled tight against the other as he just sobbed. Roman held him just as tight, pressing his face gently into Logan’s hair and murmuring soft nothings. After a while, a good fifteen minutes at most, Logan had stopped crying. He still clung to the other side, but wasn’t crying anymore. Roman didn’t object, just holding Logan to himself. By now he’d gone from whispering nothing to murmuring a story he was making up as he went. Logan listened quietly, only starting to doze off after a long while. Roman continued to speak until Logan fell asleep, gently pulling away to tuck the other side into bed.