He had tried everything he could to get through to Bart. It just didn't work. Virgil never felt more inadequate. He knew Bart wasn't trying for that, but he felt so helpless. He hated it. He knew he should have listened to Bart, the second he arrived on the scene and watched him hit Thaddeus. It was the hardest thing he ever had to watch. His best friend so angry, so almost primal the way he attacked. Virgil knew from that point on things would be different, but he didn't realize how drastically it would change their lives. He didn't realize how angry he would be come.
Both at Thaddeus and Bart. Thaddeus for hurting his friend, Bart for choosing to split them apart. He'd been hurt for so long. It should have been easy to see Bart again. He should have known how to react. But he didn't. As he felt the gust of wind that was his signature, it was like his breath was stolen away. His eyes had to close as he felt the arm and his hid against his neck to fight an onslaught of moisture that threatened his eyes. His arms wrapped around him so tightly. As if he was afraid that when he loosened his grip Bart would be gone again and he'd be alone.
It wasn't fair. Any of it..He didn't know where he stood, or how he'd sound once his voice finally caught up. He didn't fight it. For the longest time he was just quiet. Trying not to get attached incase Bart disappeared again. But finding it hard not to sink into the embrace.