A/N So I said I was going to do a drabble and then I liked two particular prompts and it turned into this… thingie…
Pairing: moxiety (Morality/Anxiety) - can be read as platonic
Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 980
Warnings: self-deprecating thoughts
Virgil doesn’t like himself. Patton loves him regardless.
He stares into the mirror and his reflection frowns back. His eyeshadow is thickly applied today so, if he does decide to drag himself out of his room, the others won’t notice the dark bags sinking into his skin. His hair is a mess and he shrinks into his hoodie to compensate for this. The more things he hides about himself, the better he looks.
Virge sighs, and turns away from his own glare. It’s no secret that he isn’t exactly… fond of himself. A better description would be just ‘he hates himself’, but he never really had been as dramatic as a certain other side. It takes another minute of staring blankly at the bathroom tiles before he gives up and decides that today is just going to be one of those days where he doesn’t leave his room.