💜Chapter 18: Platonic Love

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A/N:
Very important, and long Author's Note/Explanation at the end.

TW: self-deprecating thoughts, s/icid/l thoughts mention

💜Chapter 18: Platonic Love-
Anxiety and Morality go through mutual comfort.

Virgil/Anxiety's POV:

After a few long minutes, Patton had calmed down.

"S-sorry... I just... I shouldn't be crying..."

"Cry all you want, Pat..."

"H-hey... You didn't my last question... about- about your thoughts..."

I breathed deeply, "Pat, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah... I'm fine, this is about you anyway..."

"I know the 'I'm fine' technique, Patton."

"I-," he sat up, nervously looking away from me.

"Am I a good Dad?"

"Wh-"

"I just feel like I can't do anything. Like... Like I'm just useless-"

"You, out of all of us, Patton, is NOT useless."

He looked over in a slight shock.

"You are Thomas' morality! His emotions, his feelings- Patton... You're the dad, as weird as it is to say. You take care of all of you to the best of your abilities. You endure so much for all of us... of course you feel bad. Let in some time for yourself too, Pat."

I heard sniffles from the form in front of me.

God, I felt so bad.

'Is this what Patton always felt?
Why did he hide it?
Was he suffering because of me?'

The last question was something I desperately wanted to be answered.

"You were the first to form out of all of us, you're the oldest. Sure, you're childish- but that's not bad- and you're mature in some aspects too. Pat, don't ever think you, out of all of us, are worthless or useless."

"T-thanks, Anx... but-"

"Yeah?" I lifted my eyebrow.

"Is that how your thoughts work?" he seemed to regain his perk and posture.

I huffed, "What do you mean?"

"Like... how your t-thoughts-"

"Like what they tell me?"

"Yeah, I- I guess... You don't have to-"

"No... it's okay," I reassured him. "I don't know how to describe it well. Self-deprecating thoughts I guess, sometimes worse..."

Patton clearly wanted to say something, opening his mouth yet instantly closing it.

"What is it?"

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