《Sanders Sides Stuff I Guess》Remus Stuffs Again Because Trash Man
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The others got mad at Remus for his constant no filter nonsense that spilled out of his mouth. So he tried to stop.
The others liked that.
Until.....
Remus found out that when he held it in too long his thoughts spiraled so far out of control that it all came pouring out. He couldn't help it.
He'd say the randomest things.
So he'd just sit in his room when this happened, no one there to listen as he spouted all his nonsense to the air, tears streaming down his face because no one wanted the real Remus. This was Remus. And no one wanted him.
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One day Remus was spouting nonsense to himself in his room, unable to stop, when Janus heard him and opened his door, looking in.
"Wood, planks, planks cause pain, pain, murder, murderers, Jeffrey Dahmer-"
Janus interrupted him with a soft whisper, "Remus.....?" He walked in and carefully shut the door behind him.
Remus' eyes widened as they shot over to look at him and started pointing at the door in a gesture for him to get out right now as his mind picked up the word, 'Remus' and he started talking again.
"Remus, Janus, Virgil, Patton, Roman, Logan, sides, hate, words, mind, hate, thoughts, nonsense, stupid, awful, disgusting-"
"Oh....." Janus whispered, moving over and pulling Remus into his arms as the other continued to blabber out nonsense that wasn't really nonsense and tears kept running down his face.
Janus sat down as Remus continued, keeping him as close to himself as possible.
"Every time this happens you bring me with you, got it? We'll cuddle as you talk, and I'll listen, okay?" Janus said softly. "Maybe fuel it with a few words to keep it going and hopefully over faster."
Remus nodded his head quickly as he clutched to Janus and just kept going.
"Janus, comfort, hugs, care, listen, hold, love, talk-"
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