Emile noticed for a split second how Sleep and Virgil were blushing over each other. Oh. Sleep liked someone else. That was cute... right? He'd gotten rather good over time at not letting negative emotions show, but he almost felt a bit... jealous...
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Jealousy sensed it and took Emile's hand, pulling him closer to him, just a bit. He spoke softly enough that the others wouldn't hear.
"I promise you, that won't last long. He'll be in your arms soon enough. And, if you are really that concerned that he will stay with Virgil, we can make arrangements to make Sleep come to you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me."
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light. — Brené Brown