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"Would you mind telling me why you're ignoring your soulmates again, Virgil?" Dr Picani asked, looking up from his notepad.

Virgil shifted in the chair, looking around the office. Looking anywhere but at him.

He couldn't take the gentle look he knew was on his face. So close to pity, but warmer. More inviting.

The office was different from the last time he had been there, a different location. It was cozier, somehow, the lights less harsh and the walls less white. But it still had the same cartoon posters and stuffed animals as he had had in the old office.

"Love the new location."

"Why, thank you. They kicked me out of the old location because they got some complaints about me being disruptive."

Virgil's brows pulled together, and he finally looked at him. "What do you... You're not disruptive. You're the calmest person I've ever met."

Dr Picani gave him a small smile, tilting his head to the side. "Do you remember our first appointment?"

"Not much of it, no. I was in a..." he took a deep breath, not allowing himself to sink too deep into his emotions. He was past that. He knew better now. "I was in a really bad place. I don't remember much about back then."

"When I first came in here, I was loud, and I was silly, and I noticed right away that you didn't respond well to that. A lot of people are comforted by someone who is silly and they find it easier to open up to me when I'm not the serious therapist. But you were different. I had to shift gears a little bit, and I learned that you respond better to calm, serious, quiet Picani."

Virgil shifted uncomfortably, looking at him for only a moment longer before turning away. He was different. He hated that word. Hated the individuality that came with it.

He was different.

There was something wrong with him.

He wasn't normal.

Wasn't right.

Wasn't--

No.

He took a deep breath, and although it was shaky, it worked. He could feel his worry drifting away, and when he met Dr Picani's eyes again, he flushed, remembering where he was.

"Sorry, I..."

"No, no, Virgil. That's good. You're calming yourself down now. You're recognizing when there's a problem, and you're fixing it. I'm so proud of you."

Virgil felt heat rise to his cheeks at the praise, and he ducked his head to hide the smile that spread across his face.

"Now, I hate to press, Virgil, but I'm going to ask you again. Why have you been ignoring your soulmates again?"

The smile faded from his face, and he glanced up at Dr Picani, gripping the edges of his hoodie sleeves. "I'm worried they hate me."

"I doubt they hate you. The accident wasn't your fault. It was just that: an accident. How long did it take for them to write to you after it happened?"

"I'm not sure. When I woke up the next morning there was writing on my arm."

They hadn't stopped writing to him since. A week had passed in which the writing had been nonstop. Both left and right arm were nearly constantly tingling. And after the first couple days, his leg started tingling as well. Roman was awake. And well enough to write, apparently.

He probably hated him.

"And what did it say?"

He knew already. Virgil had told him before. He was sure of it. But he indulged him anyways, rolling his eyes a little.