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Logan tapped his pencil on the page. He hadn’t been able to return to the realm or send anything there, but the question on his mind was why. Patton and Roman were off doing something, and Anx was draped over the couch to his left.
“What great problem are you pondering now?”
“Why we can’t return.”
“Still? That was a month ago.”
“Yes, still.”
“Maybe just so many people drained it?”
“I don’t think that’s the answer.”
“There hasn’t been snow since we returned. I mean, it’ll snow here soon, but it hasn’t been snowing over there, right?”
“Correct.”
“I don’t think it’s a problem.”
“I suppose not, but it is perplexing,” Logan replied and added Anx’s theory to his sheet, “Is Anx short for something?”
“What?”
“Anx isn’t a name I’ve heard used, I was wondering if it was short for something.”
“Anxiety.”
“Why would someone name their child ‘Anxiety?’”
“They didn’t. Kids named me it and I just adopted it.”
“That does not seem to be a harmless nickname.”
“Eh. I didn’t like the name Virgil when I was young anyways, so it was a step up.”
“Virgil? That is your given name?”
“Yup.”
“Hm. Would you like me to call you that.”
“Nah.”
“Ok,” Logan replied and turned his head back to his work. Anx’s heart was pounding as he realized he had just told him his name. Wasn’t it supposed to be, like, a really tension filled moment? But it felt kind of like when he repeatedly declined Roman’s attempts to set him up with somebody. Seriously, just because he got his first kiss when he was eleven didn’t mean Anx wanted to kiss someone at twelve. Besides, who gets into any sort of romantic relationship at eleven? Roman and whatever that kid’s name was, apparently. He took a deep breath and went back to finding shapes on the ceiling.
“Logan! It’s snowing!” Patton screeched, throwing open the door, “Let’s go sledding!”
“I think more snow is needed for that, Patton,” Logan replied and added more writing to the page.
“You’ve been working for hours, let’s have some fun!” Roman announced and turned into a Samoyed pup, who Patton immediately picked up. Virgil was pretty sure the only reason Patton had any arm and upper body strength was so that he could pick up any animal. Logan knew that was true. A little bit of playful banter later, they were all outside. Roman was back in his ‘natural’ form and was pulling Patton around on a sled. Virgil was scooping up the muddy snow as it fell and throwing it at Roman, and Logan was carefully creating a fort for the snowball fight he strongly suspected would happen once one of Virgil’s snowballs hit.