Virgil couldn't sleep. He just didn't think it was possible. Not after what apparently just happened. Was even a little scared to attempt it. Scared to see what he'd "forgotten" in a dream or nightmare. He was however quiet, and that alone was grounds for suspicion. It wasn't that late yet, normally there would be obnoxious rap music blaring from his desktop for the fun of agitating Clark. Or some video playing in the background but it was just eerie and silent. All the monitors had been turned off for now, he didn't really want to see what was being said or hear more voices. He had enough going on in his head.
If there was one place he didn't want to be, it was inside his head right now. What had happened? Was he hurt and blocking it out? Was it something to horrible to even think about? Was something wrong with him? Too many unanswered questions. It made him curl into a tighter ball amongst the fluffy scattered sheets. His fingertips clinging to them like they were a lifeline when Bart came in.
His eyes followed him as he sat on the bed and he didn't trust his voice, he just shook his head and chewed at his lip. Finally after a few minutes he managed quiet words. "I don't know what I feel. I don't feel anything." He felt numb inside. Everything felt dirty, and wrong. He didn't know what to do to make it stop.