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He ran his fingers down his sides and across his hip bones, watching the Mirrors reflection. He stopped wrapping his hand around his waist, pushing slightly and wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. He felt horrible, he acknowledged that. He logically knew what his body needed to live and was giving it just that. Just what it needed. He dropped his glance to the long sleeve button up on the floor, picking it up and putting in on. He reached for a book that he’s been reading for months, unable to focus on it anytime he tried but determined to finish. The man turned and walked out of his room, running his hand through his long black hair, brushing it back. He stepped carefully down the stairs, painfully aware of his vision blurring slightly. He evened out his breathing as his feet carried him to the couch out of pure habit. He sat down leaning back and opening up his book, trying to find the spot he dozed off at.
“Hey, Lo-lo! You’re up early, want some breakfast?” A cheery voice asked from across the room. Logan glances up slightly then back as his book.
“No thank you, Patton, I already had some.” He recited. A line he had prepared ages ago, and yet it still worked. It kept up appearances it kept his friends protected. It was a simple lie, but one he was willing to use every day if he had to. Patton didn't notice anything off and simply went into to kitchen to get himself and the other two something to eat. Logan decided it would be easier to sit alone in his room then downstairs where his friends would be questioning his patterns and taunting him. He closed his book and walked toward the stairs. “I'm going to work on scheduling in my room, Patton, I'll talk to you later.” He threw the comment over his shoulder trodding up the stairs. He turned to head into his room as a voice called to him.
“Point-dexter! A word?” Roman. Logan turned his head to face his over energetic companion.
“Yes, Roman? What is it?” He asked straightening himself and blocking the door to his bedroom. Roman stood in front of him brandishing a huge smile and an air of arrogance.
“Well, you see here specs, I was wondering if it were possible to maybe push back some of the deadlines?” he asked sweetly twisting his hands. Logan sighed.
“Roman we've already moved the deadlines twice, we can't keep doing that just because you're too busy daydreaming to actually focus.” He snapped. Roman reeled back slightly, visibly hurt. “No- Roman I- I didn't-”
“No, I… I understand. I'll get it done.” he turned and walked downstairs, away from Logan. Logan sighed and walked into his bedroom closing the door behind him. He closed his eyes leaning against to door before pushing off, falling against his bed. He laid his arm of his stomach, uses his other hand to take off his glasses, tossing them carefully on the ottoman at the end of his bed. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. He curled up under the blanket, trying to pull it tight to hopeful match the heavy, full feeling inside him. Logan took a deep breath and sighed, knowing he had things to do but opted for a nap, the tired heavy feeling behind his head overtaking him.
The blurry darkness disappeared as Logan sat up abruptly, his mind hazy and unclear. “Yeah?” he slurred unconsciously. The door to his room opened slightly and a figure slipped in, softly shutting it behind him.
“Logan, we need to talk.” Logan glanced over his shoulder and looked and the black and purple clad figure in his room, sighing slightly.
“Sure Virgil, what do you need?” he said rubbing his eyes slightly, the edges of his vision blurring and his mind spinning. Virgil glanced down to logans bare stomach and walked over to kneel on the edge of the bed.
“Logan, dude, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You should know better than anyone how harmful this shit it.” Virgil's shoulders dropped as he looked at Logan in concern. Then it clicked. Logan remembered he wasn't wearing a shirt.
“Shit, shit, shit, Virge I'm so sorry i-i I'm sorry I'm so stupid i-i shit.” logan rambled stumbling out of bed and picking up his shirt, losing his balance and falling against the wall behind him. His motions were shaky and rushed as he threw the shirt on and pushed himself off the wall slightly trying to balance himself. “I-I’m sorry you had to see that Virgil, I was still tired it seems and was thinking straight, my apologies,” Logan said not looking Virgil in the eyes as he tried to push up his glances realizing he hasn’t put them on. He sighed slightly carefully pushing himself off the way and walking to sit at the ottoman, picking up his glasses.
“Logan, I’m not stupid. I notice when my friends aren’t 100%. Yeah, you’re really good at hiding it but do you think Patton’s not noticing how you suddenly stopped eating everything he makes? Or that Roman hasn’t noticed how your extra mean and snappy to him? Logan, I know the difference between not eating out of stress and just plain not eating. So talk to me.” He moved to sit on the other side of the ottoman, facing Logan with one leg propped across the ottoman I front of him. Logan swallowed thickly as his hands shook while he fiddled with his glasses.
“Virgil I’m fine-“
“Like hell you are Logan, don’t pull that shit with me, you can say not right now you can sign your nonverbal you could say a million other things but I’m not gonna sit here and let you lie to me like it’ll get me to leave. Cause it won’t Logan, I’m not leaving.” Virgil finished tilting his head to try and catch Logan’s eyes. Logan's breathing was uneven as he continued fiddling with his glasses.
“Virgil I-I… I think I'm.. Lost.” his voice barely above a whisper