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Virgil woke to a knock on his bedroom door. He yawned and rolled over. It was probably just his imagination.
Knock knock.
Virgil sleepily opened his eyes. Not imaginary, then. With as much grace as a tired six-year-old could have, he made his way to the door and opened it. On the other side stood a crying Remy, huddled in blankets.
“Nightlight go out?” Virgil asked sagely, opening the door wider to let his older brother in.
“Mhmm…”
The six-year-old nodded sagely and watched Remy waddle to his bed and lie down. With a small sigh, Virgil closed the door and hopped into bed next to Remy. “Need cuddles?”
“Mhmm.”
“Okay,” Virgil said. He wrapped his small arms around his brother, humming a song he’d heard on Steven Universe to help calm him down.
“I love you,” murmured Remy.
“Love you too.”