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Virgil remembered the first time he met Logan.
He hadn’t known then that Logan would become the most influential person in his life. He would change Virgil’s perspective on life as he knew it; what love and living meant to humans, what life meant to humans. Virgil had always been fascinated with people; he’s watched them evolve from the tiniest microorganisms from billions of years ago to the ever-growing people they are today. He’s watched their culture and history blossom and collapse, then blossom all over again. It isn’t perfect, but who was Virgil to judge? He, too, walked imperfectly.
Virgil was looking down at Earth, attempting to find an interesting individual to watch, when he came across a tanned, black-haired teenage boy gazing upon the stars above. It was a beautiful night to stargaze, which, if you really think about it, when people look at the night sky, they’re really staring at Virgil. Despite the hypocrisy surrounding it, he hated that thought, a bunch of souls staring at his every movement.
Virgil leaned closer to the boy, hearing him quietly speak to himself. His voice was smooth and a little deep, Virgil noticed, as he made out what he was saying.
“-hat does that say about me, though?” The boy sighed. “I- I always feel so sure of everything, at school and- when people ask my opinion. Why am I not sure about this?” The boy’s voice quieted as his words came to a close, his question aimed at no one in particular. Virgil stared down at the adolescent’s tired eyes. What, exactly, was he unsure of?
“...what if I never figure it out?” He swallowed thickly, his eyes darting across the stars as he became quiet again. “What if there is something wrong with me?”
Virgil’s stars momentarily ached for this teenage boy. Surely there wasn’t anything actually wrong with him; maybe he was just confused. Virgil found that particularly common for teenage humans, and it was something he could relate to oh-so much.
Despite his desire to join in on the conversation, Virgil held his tongue and listened to the kid instead. He learned a decent amount about him. His name was Logan, he was an incredibly gifted student with not enough friends and way too much bullying, and his mother was particularly…high-strung and overbearing, shall we say.
Virgil was entertained for a while before Logan fell silent for an extended period of time. Then he breathed an exhausted sigh and stood, brushed himself off, and headed towards his home. Virgil watched him walk away as if nothing was ever said.
He would have to visit this house again.