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(*offended critic noises*) (...anyways, any other ideas?)

(Hon, I know that.) you seriously need this much sass?)

Erin sighed softly. If you don't want sleep, don't marry him.

Erin stroked Emile's hair, taking his husband's glasses off of him. just get some rest, kay?

Good, Gemmy Emmy, come lay on me for a few. He brings Emile over to the couch and sits down.

I'll take care of it. Please just get some rest... You even sound exhausted. When was the last time you slept?

He set his Starbucks on a table, and got up. You're overwriting yourself, babe. Please just get some rest. If only like a fifteen minute cat nap, please...

He pat a spot next to him. Come sit, you look exhausted.

Erin lowered his sunglasses. Babe...? ...C'mere for a sec, Em.

(nope, you?)

The anxious side softly kissed his husband.

A few deep breaths and hugs later... ...Thank you... I think I'm better now, thanks...

Virgil took some deep breaths, and slowly took his hand off of his mouth. He shook his head no. Sorry, just... no touch right now. I don't think I can ...

Not everything happens the same way the second time... Virgil realized Paranoia was beginning to bleed through again, and he covered his mouth to keep both of them from talking. ...

Virgil tried to breathe like Roman asked of him, but it was hard for him. R-Ro, what if he sees me and remembers? What if... Roman, I'm scared... His voice ...