He shouldn't be mad..his logic was flawed. He should be happy that Bart was out and alive, should be excited. He was all those things. But he was all those things at once, and they were hard to deal with as an onslaught. He could feel a headache threatening. It was too much, dealing wasn't his strong point. Never had been. It should be the other way around. Bart dealing with things. He knew that. So why was it so hard to just accept?
He spent so many nights sleeping alone, wondering if he'd ever come back. Now that he was it was almost scary. What would happen tomorrow? Was Bart still going to be there? Or would he be gone again. Virgil didn't know if he could handle Bart leaving like that a second time.
After a few minutes of just silence, holding on like life depended on it he looked up. "I had all this stuff I was going to say when I saw you again. " He rubbed his eyes and took a breath in attempt to feel a little more stable and not on the verge of a break down. "I can't remember it."