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oh-theatre · 4 years

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Objection!: Chapter 30

Chapter title: Everything Will Be Alright

A/n: Ahahahaah IM SO SORRY im so sorry that its been months im so sorry that this chapter is awful im so sorry im so sorry that i call this awful piece of work anything im so sorry im sorry im sorry bad chapters short chapter ohmygod how dare i call this anything im so sorry im sorry

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words: 2142

summary: They must act quickly when the tiny hospital room tenses up

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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Logan begs, nay he prays Patton would remain blissfully asleep. Through the past few months the poor father had been thrown into obstacle after obstacle after obstacle. Constantly finding himself in trouble, and danger. He knows how hopeless Patton felt, how broken. He just wanted to help his partner find the pieces and put them back together, not lose more vital ones.

“You're not really about to kill a man, in a hospital, surrounded by witnesses, are you?” Roman proposes. To give the judge props, he was handling this with much more patience than expected after finding out your boyfriend was a conspiring murderer trying to rid the world of you and your best friend.

Eh, Virgil was a better option anyway.

Not the time Roman. He should be devastated but of course he isn't. Of course...he's relieved.

Because he's in love with Virgil.

“Don't shoot, be rational James” Logan tries, he knows his efforts are meaningless. The man had been hot on Patton's trails for months. He wasn't Jeff Winger, one charmed speech wasn't going to make this all better. “You wont be leaving the hospital without your hands in cuffs”

“Yeah well at least i'll be leaving with one man…” He eyes Roman and Logan “Or however many dead”

“Mm hydrangeas” Patton mumbles, Logan squeezes his temples so hard hoping his partner stays sleeping. “Log..an” He mutters, tossing over, pulling the blanket closer but remains gentle and soothingly asleep.

“Aw look, he calls for you” James mocks.

“Dude, that's so low” Roman huffs. He looks to Logan but the man's eyes remain planted on his fiancee. Stall, that's all he remembers from Virgil's ramblings. “James...please dont do this” He pulls out his tears, it felt off faking his feelings but James was a murderer so eh. “I thought...was it all a lie?” He questions, fighting back a smirk as the gun lowers slightly. James falters, he looks back with soft eyes to Roman, suddenly in the blink of an eye someone pushes past Roman, grabs James and tackles him to the ground. His gun slides across the room crashing into metal.

“Roman the gun” He hears an exasperated Virgil request. Roman moves in unison with Logan who rushes to a newly awakened Patton.

“What's going on?” He yawns, gladly accepting Logan's embrace. James pops up into his view with Virgil behind him. “James?” He wonders, Roman hands Virgil the gun and the pieces fall into place. His “Oh” was ever so small. Logan only held tighter as their eyes trailed Virgil and James walking away, listening to the detective read off James’s rights. Logan remains right where he stands, glaring out the door. “Lo?”

“Hm?” He snaps looking at his partner.

“Hi, I'm here” Patton comforts, he takes Logan's cheek bringing him in for a gentle kiss. “Alive, and well, and no extra gunshot wounds” He teases, Logan snorts feeling embarrassed as the nose escapes his mouth. “Oh my god, adorable” Patton giggles pulling Logan on to his bed. The lawyers arm drape over him and they hold one another close.

“Please quit scaring me” Logan begs, whispering affectionately into Patton's ears. Patton interlaces his fingers with Logans, kissing his hand lightly.

“Pinky promise”

“Dont make promises you cant fucking keep” Remy storms in. The lawyers sit up, a protective Logan stands, still upset at the detectives for what they had done. Patton fiddles uncomfortably with the blanket. “God are you ok? What the hell happened?” He rushes

“I don't think you're entitled to that information anymore Remy” Logan sighs, his arms folded. “You see that is reserved for Patton's friends” Logan scowls, Patton gasps and wants to speak but a mis-directed glare from Logan quiets him quickly.

“Fuck you Logan” Are the last angered words from the caffeinated detective before he slams the door. The sound shaking Patton. As soon as Logan looks to him he breaks. His tears fall faster than Logan could realize what he had done.

“Patton” He goes, but a sobbing Patton shakes his head begging for a moment alone. “I love you” He says before taking his exit.

Why, why did he leave?

Patton knew what panic attacks felt like, he had plenty. But everytime the shock hit him and it hurt, it scared him with a fear mightier than death. He wanted to call out for Logan but he couldn't speak. A pathetic squeak was all he managed. He pounded at the bedside but couldn't breathe, he clutched hard but couldn't remember any of his usual tricks. When the door opened he had hoped for Logan to be his usual stubborn self.

“Pat I jus-” Virgil begins but sees the pure fear in his friends eyes. He rushes to his side, instantly taking his friends hands. “Stop hitting yourself” he commands, the stern but safe voice sent something over Patton. “I'm going to hold you now” he warns, Patton nods through his shakes. He holds his friend, tightly applying pressure to Pattons nervous system. After a few minutes of pure silence and gentle touch, Patton can breathe steadily once more. “Roman had the goofiest smile while we walked back” Virgil tells, Pattons ears perk up and listen. Something to focus on. “He said he was almost glad he had an excuse to get out of a relationship with James... he said he missed me” Virgil shouldn't have blushed

“H-he does” Patton manages.

“I missed him to…” After a hesitation Virgil looks to Patton who had now cozied himself into Virgil's embrace. “I miss you” He whispers. Like a small child Patton tugs the opening of the detective's jacket.

“I missed you so much” He sighs with a yawn

“Get some rest you dork” He strokes gently watching Patton feel safe as he let himself join the world of rest. Virgil remained comfortable with Patton, he watched the TV on mute with subtitles. After about an hour the door opened, Logan's face morphed through a million emotions as he examined the scene before him.

“Get out” He whispers viciously.

“Logan, specs, i love you but you're being an idiot” He rolls his eyes. “I'm not moving, Patton had a panic attack so i'm staying until he tells me he's ok, not because you're an angry calculator” Virgil stands his ground, he doesn't wait for Logan's reaction he looks back to the tv. Of course this causes him to miss Logan's shoulders falling, and his face softening.

“A panic attack” he breathes, he moves to Pattons other side, serving him a glass of water for when he awakens. “Sleep well sunshine” He delivers a gentle kiss to Pattons forehead before leaving. Virgil smiles at the couple once Logans out of sight.

“God hes so whipped” Virgil laughs to himself.

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“You take yours and Ill take mine” Logan jokes as he and Roman quietly enter the room. Virgil and Patton lay fast asleep cuddled with one another.

“Hes not mine...I mean” Roman sighs, he strokes away the faded purple streaks of Virgil's hair while he situates him into his arms. He looks with a gentle smile as Virgil cuddles into his arms. Roman cant help but place a quick kiss on his forehead.

“Mm?” Patton hums once the comfortable warmth had been left cold and empty. “V?” He manages

“I'm here, Virgils, gonna go home and rest” Logan whispers, cuddling up as he waves Roman goodbye. Patton giggles turning around and kissing Logan as he readjusts his position. “I love you so much, i'm sorry I wasn't here”

“You're here now, and thats all that matters..all thats ever gonna matter” Patton replies, he kisses him once more, Logan feels his face flush with heat so halting. “How are the twins?” He wonders fiddling with Logans fingers.

“Good, Emile is having plenty of fun with them” Logan assures, a breathy sigh on Pattons neck sending a tickle down his spine. “They miss you though,” Logan adds, knowing Patton misses them just the same.

“Well shucks!” Patton grumbles, he sits up allowing himself to still embrace Logan. “Im all rested up!” He laughs, Logan smiles watching the man he loves flood through. “Will you get me my wheelchair! I wanna get out of this bed!” He jumps, Logan chuckles wearily but nods. He takes his stand helping Patton into the chair.

“Where to?” He asks, holding to the chair.

“Anywhere!” Patton giggles pointing forward. “Oo! Let's head to the cafeteria for some food, i'm starving” Patton jumps, Logan leans down giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Anything you for you” He whispers, the serious tone was not missed and Patton took his hand quickly. He squeezed it gently promising he would do anything for Logan. The walk out the rolling of the wheels was smooth across the minted floor. They passed by many rooms, Pattons excitement faltered listening to the sounds of pain, loss...but then…

“Oh Logan stop wait” Patton halts the wheels as they pass the nursery. “Oh look! Twins” He recognizes instantly, they lay next to each other, both girls, both beautiful. “Oh they are gorgeous” He swoons

“Not as gorgeous as your twins” Logan reminds Patton, blushes as he did watching Logan grow with his kids. He didn't have to do it alone anymore. “I love you”

“I love you more than anything Logan” He replies.

“I scared you earlier, didn't I?” He blurts, kneeling in front of his fiancee. “I saw the look, the fear behind your eyes...I reminded you of...him” Logan laments. Patton fiddles with his hospital gown, averting any gaze from Logan.

“I want to make up my own mind, i want to set my own boundaries, and i want to talk to my friends” Patton rushes

“I'm so sorry, i got too defensive and didnt think about you, just about protecting you. I just want you to be safe” Logan defends, still Patton fiddles apprehensive. “I'm not him, and i'm so sorry. There are no excuses for what I did and it will never happen again.” He takes Patton's cheek ever so gently. “Your words and thoughts...they matter Patton. They always will my love.”

“You needn't be so sorry, I know you're not Liam. You never have been. I'm just cautious and…” He looks back to the children, parents fawning over them. “I want this to work” He takes Logans hands kissing them sweetly. “I want this to work more than I have wanted anything in my entire life” Logan lets out a quiet breath. “I love you Logan Tolentino”

“And i love you Patton Hart”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Emile giggles holding Valerie and Remus' hands. They bounce before charging towards the couple hugging them happily.

“Can I be the flower girl?” Valerie questions sitting on Patton's lap. Remus struggles in logan's hold wanting to examine his father's wheelchair.

“I wanna be the flower girl!” Remus argues, Logan takes the back of the boys head gently. “Hi” He smiles happily. He wraps his pudgy arms around Logans neck hugging him. “Im hungry” He ponders instantly pulling away “Dada-” he pauses “Mister Lolo can I still call you that?” He asks. Logans heart tugs just a tad. With no words available in his vernacular he simply nods. “Food time please” Valerie nods in agreement still snuggled up to Patton.

“What the twins want-” Patton begins meeting Logans eyes across the way. Logan returns a gentle smile.

“The twins shall get” He finishes standing up with Remus tight and safe in his hold. Valerie claps in excitement while Remus practically falls over himself laughing. “Im going to put you both into your fathers lap now so i can push his chair” He informs, the kids oblige only thinking of the chair as a new fun toy.

After goodbyes to Emile and gratitude of course for looking after them, they set off to the cafeteria. Though they know that most of the food wouldnt appetize them the children were able to ravish the entirety of their meals.

Ive got to teach these children what taste it, Logan thinks sighing. He looks to Patton whos hand was held in his the entire time, watching as his fiance's eyes grow droopy in the cold saddened room of the hospital. It had been a lot today, the adrenaline had dissipated and the exhausted would set in. But even so tired Patton looked elated, staring and listening intently as the twins rambled away. Even in these dark hours where nothing was certain, there was light. Logan never understood that, he thought that no person could ever bring this type of joy or emotion out of him. Love never made sense, and it didn't have to for him, but right now..it made all the sense...and he loved nothing more.

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deadanddeactivated · 5 years

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Practice Makes Soulmates

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairing: Roman/Virgil, Remus/Logan Characters: Roman, Virgil, Remus, Logan Notes: For @tsshipmonth2020 fluffuary. Day 1: Prinxiety! Am I entering this really late? Yep. Hears hoping I can catch up. Summary: Sometimes Roman can’t help but worry about his soulmate’s first words.

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‘What if I don’t though?’

Before the purple words appeared, Roman had been excited to meet his soulmate. He’d dreamed of a fairytale meeting, of saying the perfect words and having the perfect words said back to him.

Now he just worries.

‘What if I don’t though?’ What kind of first words are those? Why would his soulmate say that? No matter how Roman twists the words, he can’t imagine a positive way they’ll come about. Either his soulmate doesn’t want to be his soulmate, or Roman says something horrid like ‘go away’ to his one true love.

It keeps him up at night, trying to think of a way those words are spoken positively. Are they flirting? Is Roman making a joke? Oh but that makes no sense, it’s the first thing his soulmate says!

A lot of the time Roman wishes he had his brothers words. Those were easy, they were kind, they showed Remus’ soulmate cared for him even moments after meeting.

‘You have a concussion.’

Of course, with how often Remus pulls… well, dangerous and ridiculous stunts, the words come up pretty often. Roman would think Remus was seeking his soulmate out but no, he’s just like that.

“Having another sulk day?” Speak of the devil, Remus comes skidding to a stop beside Roman, shoes in his hand so he can get maximum slide on his socks.

“It is not a sulk day.” Roman argues, shutting his locker with a little more force than strictly necessary. “I’m simply… staring into the window, wondering when my soulmate will return from war.”

“Oh, dated memes. You really are sulking.” Remus teases, laughing when Roman just glares. “Come on, I know just what will cheer you up.” He announces, swinging his free arm over Roman’s shoulder.

“And what’s that?” Roman asks, sighing and accepting his fate.

“Theatre practice!” Remus grins.

“We don’t have practice tonight?” Roman frowns.

“Backstage is working on backstage-y things so the theatre’s unlocked.” Remus says. “I bet my juicy bottom Patton will let us in.”

“Not if you say things like that.” Roman says, nose crinkling while Remus laughed.

“Halt, foul villain!” Roman proclaims in his best ‘I’m the hero’ voice, hand held out liking he’s holding a sword towards Remus.

“I will not halt!” Remus argues, bouncing around the stage. He’s holding his jumper bundled in his arm like a baby. “The child is mine, the straw is yours. A deals a deal.” He crackles, he takes a jump to the left and his foot slips. “Edge of stage!” He cries as he goes down, falling in a lump at the bottom of the stage.

“Oh my god Remus.” Roman sighs, head falling into his hands. He supposes he should be rushing over, like that new techie, but Roman’s become rather desensitised to Remus’ sheddigans over the years. Walking over, he finds the techie looking Remus over for injuries.

“Purrty.” His brother says, eyes focused on the techie. “What an angel face.” The man pauses, a light flush to his face as he catches Remus’ eye.

“You have a concussion.” He says.

“No, he’s always like this.” Roman claims. “He’s fallen off the stage plenty of times.”

“Still, it is best he get checked over by the nurse.” The techie says, helping Remus stand. Roman knows his brother is playing it up as he leans against the slightly shorter man. Even if he is injured, he’s surely not that injured.

“Then who will I go over lines with?” Roman complains. The techie gives him a look which Roman thinks is rather unfair. Remus does this stuff all the time, it’s really not a big deal. He didn’t even break a bone for once!

“I’m sure Virgil can do it for you.” The man says, nodding to another student sitting at the back of the stage, painting backgrounds.

“What?” The student, Virgil apparently, frowns.

“You’ll go over lines with Roman whilst I take Remus to the nurses office.” The techie says.

“Oh my god we’re soulmates.” Remus breaths, staring at the techie’s face from his spot on the man’s shoulder. “Roman my soulmates super pretty!”

Oh. Roman grins as the techie’s face goes red.

“Fine.” Roman agrees. “Go get him checked out.” He says, winking for good measure.

“That is not what I meant.” The techie mutters as he leds Remus from the theatre.

“What the hell Logan?” Virgil is muttering to himself when Roman turns around but, when Roman raises an eyebrow, he takes the spot across from him. Clearing his throat, Roman starts with the line before Remus fell.

“Half, foul villain!” He exclaims with just as much gusto. Unlike Remus, Virgil hesitates. When he finally speaks there’s no fanfare.

“What if I… don’t though?” He eventually manages.

“That’s not the li-” Roman starts to complain before stopping, looking between Virgil’s face and his own covered wrist. “Uh…” What is he meant to say now?

“Uh…” Virgil is clearly as lost as Roman. There’s a solid minute of silence as Roman stares at his apparent soulmate while Virgil looks anywhere else.

Then Roman bursts out laughing, practically doubling over.

“What, hey!” Virgil complains, startling. When Roman looks up he finds Virgil is finally looking at him, face a little flushed and eyes glaring.

“Sorry!” He manages. “Sorry, I just, I’ve always wondered how that could be your first words.”

“You? How do you think I feel?” Virgil huffs. “I have ‘halt, foul villian’ on my wrist!”

“At least that’s a conversation starter.” Roman argues. “What if I don’t though? I mean really, you could have at least stayed on script!”

“I panicked!” Virgil snaps. Roman manages to get his laughter under control before stepping up to Virgil.

“Roman Prince.” He says, grinning. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“You too, or whatever.” Virgil mutters, back to looking anywhere by Roman. “Virgil Storm.”

“Well Virgil, how about we get out of here and do some checking out of our own?” Roman suggests, grinning wider when Virgil’s face turns bright red.

“I will push you off the stage.” Virgil threatens and Roman can’t help but laugh.

“It’s like being threatened by a kitten.” He says, which makes Virgil literally hiss and wow this is perfect, isn’t it? Despite the banter, they do spend the rest of the day getting to know each other.

Years later, when Roman shares the story of how they meet, he'll say he got his fairytale moment after all.

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years

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Little Talks

from the friends in dark places au

pairing: remile, background logince, background moxiety

summary: remy andersen may be a stubborn, rude, leather-jacket wearing prick, but... nope, that’s it. that’s all he is.

WARNINGS: angsty mutual pining, teasing, flirting with someone else’s boyfriend (in a teasing manner), self hate, internalized enbyphobia, internalized transphobia, internalized queerphobia, doubting one’s sexuality, anxiety, trying to change for a crush, physical violence, transphobic slur, fighting, broken/bloody nose, small fight scene, doubtfulness, lots of swearing, mentions of wanting to die, manhandling, harassment, making out, kissing, flirting, being flustered, bets, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter @band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy and, by request for remile, @notalwaysthevillian

a/n: jsyk, it’s totally okay to ask for a modified chapter if you need it or if i need to add tags! i get it, and it’s no problem for me to quick edit a chapter or whatever :) also, feel free to send requests or questions that you have!

first of main plot - companions

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Remy dramatically flopped onto the bench at Logan’s table with an equally dramatic huff.

“Remus, why have you suddenly decided to… grace us with your presence?” Logan deadpanned.

“Lo, sweetheart, can’t I just sit with my cousin and his lovely friends every once in a while?”

“No,” Logan said. “You cannot because there is never a time that you interact with me if it isn’t for a favor or to insult me.”

Remy gasped, glancing at the other patrons of the table. The emo one looked confused and borderline terrified, and Remy would feel bad if his problems weren’t more important. “Can y’all believe what he’s saying? I’m hurt, truly.”

“Just say whatever it is that you want to so that we may go back to eating our meals in peace.”

“Fine. I need help wooin’ this absolute doll of a girl, and--”

“Hold up,” Roman interrupted. “I thought you were gay.”

If Remy had rolled his eyes any harder, he might have strained a muscle. “Ro, honey, I’d have to be deader’n dirt if I wasn’t attracted to Emile freaking Picani. Ain’t no sexuality that can trump utter beauty.”

or maybe he wasn't gay maybe he was straight or pan or maybe he only liked emile because sometimes she wanted to use he/him pronouns--

“Okay, fair.”

“So,” Logan started, tilting his head the tiniest bit. “Why’d you come to me for romance advice, of all people?”

“Because you caught yourself a cutie--” Remy winked at Roman over his sunglasses-- “so you’ve obviously got some sort of game.”

Logan blushed slightly. “You do know about the whole fight thing, right?”

Remy rolled his eyes again. “Sugar, I’m not as much of a dumbass as you. I can navigate around any dumb advice you give me.”

“Rem—“

“Please, Logan,” Remy pleaded, gripping his cousin’s shoulders. He hated to have to stoop to begging, but he felt so desperate. “You can’t imagine how badly I want Emile to see me as a worthy partner.”

“Remy, kiddo, you’ve gotta breathe, okay?” Patton coaxed from across the table. “You’re going to work yourself into a panic if you don’t take it easy.”

And Remy knew that it wasn’t a big deal, but he couldn’t shake his doubts.

“I just… Emile is a livin’ blessing, and I’m the equivalent of milk left out on a hot, sunny day. I ain’t got a chance with ‘er if I can’t get a fairy godmother to bippity-boppity-boo me into a respectable young man.”

The emo kid slightly raised his hand, making eye contact with his lunch. “Uh, who’s Emile?”

“Oh my goodness gracious!” Remy exclaimed. “I can’t believe you don’t know who Emile Picani is. She is just the sweetest; let me tell you. She absolutely adores cartoons, and she loves helping others--I swear, that girl is gonna fix the whole world someday. She--oops, they must’ve changed headbands during lunch. They’re right over there. The cutie with the gorgeous brown hair and blue headband.” A dreamy sigh escaped him as he pushed his sunglasses into his hair. “They look good in every outfit they wear, on my honor! They’re wearin’ this Steven Universe skater skirt today, and it shows off their legs in a way that’s got me half a step away from fainting. Honest to god, I can’t believe that they’re still single. They’re absolute perfection.”

“I don’t… You just…” The emo boy trailed off, unable to find his words. “You seem really in love with them. I just don’t see why you think that you don’t have a chance.”

Remy frowned, turning to face the others. “Well, every time they see me walking in their general direction, they turn tail and run the opposite direction like I’m some sorta demon that’s comin’ to reap their soul. On the off chance that they hadn’t fled by the time I can get a word in, they always seem like they’d rather be eatin’ soap. It became real obvious, real fast that they ain’t into me in any way, shape, or form.”

“Well,” Patton said, staring somewhere behind Remy. “They’re coming over right now.”

“What? Shit--”

“Hey, guys!” Emile greeted in their sweet, gentle voice as they walked up to the table. Everyone turned to look at them, save for Remy. “Can I borrow Remy for a bit?”

Remy put on his sweetest, fakest smile and finally looked at Emile. “‘Course, hon. You wanna go somewhere else?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” Emile began to walk toward the hall, and Remy quickly got up to follow. He took one last glance toward the table and caught Roman winking at him. God bless that boy’s soul.

They ended up just outside the cafeteria. Remy leaned against the wall, sliding his sunglasses back over his face in the hopes that he’d be less of an idiot with them on, and Emile stood a couple of feet away. They were nervously picking at a loose thread on their sweater, so Remy patiently waited for them to speak. There was no reason for him to make a fool of himself if he didn’t need to.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

Remy was so stunned by the question that he couldn’t even get a word in.

“‘Cause, like, you were staring at me earlier, and I’m probably jumping to conclusions like always, but I’d hate it if I hurt you. That would be a really shi--”

“You’re kiddin’ me, right?”

Emile’s face twisted in confusion. “What? No, of course not.”

“Darlin’, there’s just about nothin’ that you could do to make me mad at you. I was just--” Staring creepily at you because I think you’re the finest thing under the sun. Yeah, Remy. That’d be real cool of you to say-- “I was just starin’ off into space.”

“Oh. Okay.” There was an awkward pause before Emile blurted out, “Cool, well, I’m gonna go now. Bye!”

They were gone in a flash, leaving Remy staring at the space that they’d previously occupied. With a heavy sigh, he exited the school. Lucky him, having a free period after lunch anyway. He could cry in the comfort of his own home.

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If you had told Remy Andersen a week ago that he’d be wearing a sweatshirt to school, he would have told you, “I’d rather be dead than wear a sweatshirt, sugar.”

Well.

The point still stood because Remy really fucking wanted to die.

And, yes, it was his own choice to completely disregard all of the times that his friends had told him not to change just to impress some boy, but heaven be damned if Remy wasn’t thirsty as hell. There was a cute boy, and Remy was ready and willing to try just about anything to gain the ability to kiss that pretty face.

Read: almost anything.

Remy wanted his leather jacket back, and he wanted his ripped skinny jeans, not the plain blue ones that he’d pulled from the darkest recesses of his wardrobe. He’d had to borrow this baby blue hoodie from Patton because, of course, he owned zero hoodies.

And everything was fucking great because Emile was totally paying attention to him trying to be more approachable.

This was fine. Everything was fucking fine.

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Remy wore sweatshirts for a whole two days before he caved and went back to his leather jacket. There was exactly zero change in the way that Emile acted, and it fucking sucked. It was pretty obvious that he had no chance in getting Emile’s attention, and there was even less of a chance of actually being able to date them. Or even of being Emile’s friend because the fact still stood that Emile disliked Remy so much that they physically ran away every time he was nearby.

Thus, it was Dramatic Bitch Hours, and Dramatic Bitch Hours meant spending the entirety of lunch outside, brooding in the student courtyard.

Although it was nearing the end of May, it was a rather chilly day, and very few students wanted to be outside in the cold. One might suspect that Remy wouldn’t like the cooler days with him being from the south and all, but he found them rather pleasant for this very reason. Fewer people made it easier to relax and brood in peace. He was the only one in the courtyard, which made everything so nice and peaceful.

Well…

It was peaceful for a few minutes before some idiotic jocks decided to barge in.

“Don’t run away from us you fucking tranny!”

“You can’t waltz around and pretend to be something you aren’t,” a second voice snarled. “We saw you using the men’s bathroom earlier.”

“I’m surprised, seeing as your heads are so far up your asses!” a smaller voice shot back.

A smaller voice that belonged to the one and only Emile Picani.

Shit.

“Don’t fucking talk to us like that!” The group rounded the corner, and Remy could see that it was two jocks (one tall and the other muscular) harassing Emile. It felt like slow motion as he saw Emile’s small body stumble after being pushed by the taller jock.

“Hey!” Remy shouted, launching up from his table and storming over to the group. “Y’all had better knock it off real fast and leave them alone!”

The taller one sneered. “Or what? You’ll hit us with your precious sunglasses?” He took a step forward, and the other jock grabbed Emile from the ground in a tight grip.

“Remy, stop,” they pleaded. “Please, just leave.”

“Yeah, Remy,” mocked the muscular boy, gripping Emile even tighter. “Run away like the coward you are.”

Remy glared at the jock looming over him. “Sorry, doll. I don’t back down so easy.”

There was about a half second of angry silence before the tall one pounced at him. With the grace of many years of training, Remy took advantage of the momentum and threw the jock over his shoulder. The boy let out a heavy wheeze as the air was knocked clean out of his lungs, and Remy turned to face the other bully just in time to see Emile thrown to the ground again. The boy who had been holding them growled, stalking up to Remy and reeling back for a punch.

In a fraction of a second, Remy’s knee jerked up to catch the jock in the stomach. He took advantage of the moment of shock and ran his elbow into his nose. The boy stumbled back, clutching his face. The taller jock, who had recovered from being thrown, ran over to his friend with a gasp.

Remy casually straightened out his jacket, not even slightly winded. “I think it’d be the best for both of y’all if you went to the nurse’s office. That broken nose sure ain’t gonna heal itself, hon.”

The boys began to rush out of the courtyard, but Remy called out to them, “Oh, and I wouldn’t tell anyone what really happened out here.” He smirked. “Wouldn’t want everyone to know that y’all got beat up by the queer kid, now would we?”

Both jocks had the fear of god in their eyes as they nodded and ran into the building. As soon as they were gone, Remy was at Emile’s side.

“Sugar, are you okay?”

Emile nodded slightly as Remy sat down next to them. “Yeah, just startled. Also, how the hell did you do that?”

“I’m a black belt in taekwondo. Ma thought it’d be a good way to get out my destructive energy as a kid, so I ended up getting real invested.” Remy shrugged. He didn’t find it a very interesting part of his history, but it was useful at times.

“Holy shmokes…”

Remy smiled slightly, leaning back on his hands. “Y’know, I’d reckon that this is the longest conversation that we’ve had without you runnin’ off.”

A bright pink blush spread across Emile’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

“‘S all right,” Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. “Ain’t your fault that you don’t like bein’ ‘round me, hon. I don’t really blame ya; I’d prob’ly hate me, too, if I were you.”

“You think I hate you?” Emile’s voice sounded sad and hurt, which didn’t make any goddamn sense.

“Yeah? Sure made it seem like you did.”

“Oh my god,” Emile said. They buried their face in their hands. “God, no, Remy. I don’t hate you at all!”

Remy stared at Emile for a hot second. “If that’s some kind of practical joke, it sure as hell ain’t funny.”

“No, no! It’s for real; I swear. I don’t hate you in the slightest.” Emile peeked out from behind their fingers. “I actually kinda have a crush on you.”

“Holy shit. This can’t possibly be real.” Remy shook his head.

“Trust me, Rem. It definitely is,” Emile said as they slowly crawled into Remy’s lap. It was as if they’d been doing it their whole life. “Is this okay?”

Remy’s mind went haywire at the close proximity to his crush. “Yeah. It’s very much okay, Emile.”

“I don’t think that I’ve ever heard you call me by my real name.” Emile leaned in closer to Remy. Their eyes met, and it was easy to see the flirtatious fire in Emile’s eyes. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you say it again.”

“Gurl, you can’t--it isn’t fair for you to say that kinda stuff and expect me to think properly.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” Emile whispered as they finally closed the minuscule gap between their lips.

And wow. Remy had imagined being able to kiss Emile in many daydream sessions, but the real thing was something else entirely. It was soft, and he could taste brown sugar and cinnamon on Emile’s lips, but a warmth had bloomed in his chest unlike anything that he had ever felt before. It took him a second to realize in his romantic haze that he had Emile’s skirt clutched tightly in his hand, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. Not while he was kissing a literal angel.

All too soon, Emile leaned back from the kiss. Remy pouted, but he wasn’t able to get a complaint out before Emile said, “You look absolutely wrecked right now.”

Suddenly, the heat wasn’t just in his chest. “That… I swear to god, that ain’t fair.”

Emile cocked their head the tiniest bit. “What isn’t fair?”

“No human bein’ should be so perfect. You’ve got the looks--” Remy placed a kiss on their cheek-- “and the personality--” Another kiss to their nose-- “and you’re an amazing flirt.” He pressed a final, quick kiss to Emile’s lips, which made them giggle.

“Shut up! You’ve been my boyfriend for a whole two minutes; let me get used to it before you do sappy stuff!”

Remy’s eyes widened. “I-I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yeah! I mean, unless you don’t want to! I’m not going to force you or anything—“

Emile was cut off by Remy engulfing them in a hug. “Sugar, you’ve got no idea how much I wanna be your boyfriend. I’m just surprised that you wanna court me.”

“What? Why wouldn’t I?”

“Have you not heard a single word I’ve said this whole time? You’re, like, the most incredible person on this planet. It’d be an honor just to be able to call you my friend.”

Emile laughed, leaning their head on their boyfriend’s shoulder. “Since we’re letting out our dirty laundry, I suppose that I should confess that I was worried that you weren’t going to want to date me because you’re gay, and I’m not a guy.”

“Sexuality is fluid. I can like you and still call myself gay, right?” Remy’s voice almost sounded scared—like he was afraid to say something wrong.

“That’s fair.” They felt Remy shift a bit, smiling. “Is it too early to say that I love you?”

“Nah. I love you, too.”

---

“That’ll be ten bucks, Virgil,” Logan said, holding his hand out for the money as he stared out the doors to the courtyard. They had been planning to eat outside to work on a project together, but Virgil had seen their friends sitting on the sidewalk and stopped them before they intruded.

“We don’t even know what happened! This is stupid,” Virgil grumbled as he slammed the money into Logan’s hand.

A wicked smirk spread on Logan’s face. “All’s fair in love and war.”

“I’m gonna fucking tattle on you to Patton, and he’ll kick your ass to next week.”

Terror overshadowed the smugness in Logan’s expression, and he moved to chase after his best friend. “Wait, hold on! We can talk about this!”

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I’m Scared Of Breaking Open- Chapter 2

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Summary: Roman and Logan talk about Logan and Patton’s kiss, and why Logan ran away afterward.

Warnings: A general angst warning I guess? Uh, brief mentions of a fire and hinted at an abusive relationship (which will be talked about more in future chapters)

Word Count: 3906

Tags: @bunny222

Chapter 2: I Don’t Like Guessing Games Or When I Feel Things

As much as Roman wanted to rush to Logan’s dorm to check on him the minute they got the phone call from Patton, they knew from experience that it would be the last thing Logan would appreciate. If it had been anything else, Roman would have rushed to Lo’s side an instance, but it had been months that Logan had been dancing around his feelings for Patton and he needed time alone first to deal with the fact something had finally happened.

Instead, Roman busied themselves with calming down Patton and assuring xem that everything was going to be okay, they were going to fix this and by tomorrow night everything would be okay again. Virgil helped in distracting them both by suggesting they watch a few movies to take their minds off of things, which at least worked for Patton as xe were out by the time the credits rolled on the second film.

Roman, on the other hand, couldn’t stop worrying about Logan and as such spent much of the night awake even long after Virgil, a notorious night owl had finally passed out. They did manage to catch a little sleep after they finally broke down and texted Logan to make sure he was back in his dorm safely and then arranged to come see him first thing in the morning so they could talk about what happened in their usual fashion.

Morning came both far too earlier and far too late the next day. They hadn’t gotten much sleep but finally, finally, it was time for Roman to meet Logan.

Logan knew Roman was coming, but that didn’t mean he was any more prepared to face them when a quarter past 8 there was a knock on the door, and there stood Roman, a sad smile on their face and coffee (with probably way too much sugar) in their hand, looking like they hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before. Not that he looked much better, Logan reasoned, plucking the cup from Roman’s hands and taking a sip (definitely too much sugar, god Roman had horrible taste), struggling to lock the door because of the shaking of his other hand.

“I got it.” Roman said softly after a moment, taking the keys from Logan and sliding them easily into the lock, making sure they heard the faint sound of a click before casually dropping them in Logan’s pocket. Logan sighed, pretending he wasn’t frustrated at his inability to do something as simple as lock his own door- even though rationally he knew he had little control over that, the tremor in his had was caused by damage to the nerves, although increased levels of anxiety did make it worse-

“Come on, Specs. We’ve got places to be.” Roman kept their tone casual, gently bumping their shoulder into Logan to pull him out of the thoughts they could quickly see heading down a spiral. Logan let out a soft huff of annoyance at the nickname but turned to follow his friend without protest.

They had hardly made it outside before Roman was throwing their free arm around Logan’s shoulder, causing the shorter boy to stumble slightly as he was pulled towards their chest, and though he scolded them for almost making him spill their coffee (which he was still holding, although Roman promptly took it back at his protest), Logan made no move to step away. Anyone else would have been shoved off in an instant, and even on a normal day Logan probably would have pushed Roman away as well just on the principal of the fact and in an attempt to remain semi-dignified whilst in public. But Roman had always been a source of comfort throughout Logan’s life, and especially since the fire a source of safety, and Logan was in desperate need of that right now.

Roman knew that which is why they had wrapped their best friend in a half hug without a second thought, giving Logan a minute to push them away just in case before they tightened their grip just slightly. Logan sighed, leaning just slightly into Roman’s touch and the steady assurance it gave him. Basking in the little bit of calm that came before the storm.

They walked for longer than they usually would have, which Logan was grateful for because it meant there was another second he was free from the conversation he didn’t want to have (even if it was one he needed to have). Roman seemed more than willing to let him put it off at least for a little while, but eventually like they always did they came to a stop somewhere deep along the hiking trail behind the campus, taking a seat on one of the benches scattered along the trail. After a minute, Logan reluctantly sat down beside them.

“Did you know I actually scouted out this place months ago for this conversation?” Roman asked, turning their head to face Logan, a small grin crossing their when Logan only raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Maybe not this exact conversation. I knew at some point I was going to have to drag you out here to talk about the whole Patton thing, but I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

“There was never supposed to be a Patton thing.” Logan said shortly, looking away from Roman before the sympathy could fully register on their face. The last thing Logan needed was to see them looking at him like a sad puppy. He was hardly holding himself together as it was. “What happened last night was a mistake, that’s it. We simply got caught up in the moment and I-I-”

“You kissed him.” Roman interjected softly, grabbing one of Logan’s hands in theirs and scooting closer so that they were sitting hip to hip. “You kissed him, Logan. You kissed Patton, just like you’ve wanted to for months.”

“And in doing so I’ve ruined everything .” Logan groaned, dropping his head on to Roman’s shoulder, who in return wrapped their arm around his shoulders.

“And they say I’m the dramatic one.” Roman huffed fondly in an attempt to lighten the mood, laying their head on top of Logan’s when all they got back was a muffled “You are the dramatic one.”

“You haven’t ruined anything.” Roman said finally after a few minutes of silence had passed between, tightening their grip when Logan tried to pull away, continuing firmly “You haven’t. No matter what you think, Patton isn’t angry. He’s worried about you and confused about why you ran off on him, but he’s not mad.”

“Of course he’s not mad. He’s Patton.” Logan sighed softly, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears he could already feel building up, that had been since he ran off from Patton last night. “He is too understanding for his own good. It would all be so much easier if he was just angry with me for running off. At least then I would not have to explain why I did.”

“And why did you?” Roman prompted, lifting their head so they could look down at Logan as they waited for him to answer, trying to predict just how he was going to react (Roman was expecting tears, or maybe yelling, it was hard to tell with Logan sometimes).

“It’s just...” Logan sighed, sitting up so that he could face Roman, chewing his lip thoughtfully as he tried to think of the best way to phrase his feelings.

“I stick with real things. Usually facts and figures”

Well, that hadn’t been a reaction Roman had prepared for. Usually, Logan hated singing. Roman smirked, more than a little amused, and Logan pushed them away with an annoyed glare as he continued.

“When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing game. And Guess what?”

“What?” Roman asked, leaning forward on their elbows as Logan stood up, straightening his tie.

“I don’t like guessing games. Or when I feel things.” Logan shuddered slightly, and Roman couldn’t stop from giggling quietly at that, though they were quick to muffle it with their hand before Logan could glare at them again.

“Before I know the feelings. How am I supposed to operate If I'm just tossed around by fate? Like on an unexpected date?”

“I mean, you’ve already kissed him, would it really be unexpected?” Roman teased, unable to stop themselves, especially when the only reaction they got in return was an unimpressed look from Logan.

“ With a stranger who might talk too fast”

“I’m pretty sure Patton is the exact opposite of a stranger.”

“Or ask me questions about myself, Before I've decided that, He can ask me questions about myself”

“I think you crossed that barrier a while ago, Lo.”

“He might sit too close”

“Well, it is Patton.”

“Or call the waiter by his first name. Or eat Oreos, But eat the cookie before the cream?”

“You mean the right way?” Roman raised an eyebrow, even more amused as Logan, who had been pacing back and forth until then, stopped to glare at them. “Can you please just be serious for one minute?”

Roman nodded solemnly, putting on their best serious face. Logan groaned, rolling his eyes before he continued his pacing.

“ But what scares me the most, What scares me the most...Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then?”

Roman frowned as for the first time real fear began to creep into Logan’s voice as he sang. They had forgotten for a moment just how serious the situation with Patton was.

“If when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away, to only get it given back? I couldn't live with that.”

Logan’s voice shook slightly on the last line, and he quickly wiped his eyes before the tears could start to fall, looking away from Roman when he caught their eye and noticed the sympathy that had settled there. He took a second to collect himself, before clearing his throat and continuing on

“So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind, This way I get the best view. So that when he sees me, I want him to.”

Roman stood up, walking over to place a hand on Logan’s shoulder concerned as they asked “Specs, don’t you think you’re being a little, I mean maybe just a tad-”

“I’m not dramatic!” Logan said firmly, shrugging Roman’s hand away, glaring at them until they backed away, hands up in surrender.

“I'm simply being cautious! I can't risk reckless dating Due to my miscalculating why, a certain suitor stands in line. I've seen in movies- Most made for television- You cannot be too careful when it comes to sharing your life. I could end up a miserable wife.”

Logan paused, looking over at Roman as he corrected himself “Or, well husband in this case, although marriage would be something still several years down the road, assuming that things go well that is which of course naturally you hope for when entering into a relationship otherwise-”

“Lo, I love you and I say this with the utmost affection, but please- Shut up.” Roman cut Logan off before he could spiral any further into his thoughts. Although they got a slight glare in return, Logan also gave them a brief, but grateful, smile before he started pacing again.

“I’m sorry Ro, But he could be criminal, some sort of psychopath Who escaped from an institution Somewhere where they don't have girls. He could have masterminded some way to find me,”

Roman snorted quietly at the idea of Patton being a criminal. Sweet little puffball Patton? He could never.

Well, okay, it was true that given the right circumstances, if one of his friends were threatened, he could probably commit murder and get away with it, but other than that.

“He could be colorblind, How untrustworthy is that. He could be less than kind, Or even worse”

Logan froze, his back still to Roman, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck nervously as he sang on, his voice shaking a little once more

“he could be very nice, have lovely eyes. And make me laugh, come out of hiding...What do I do with that? Oh, God- What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door And I can't close it? What happens then?”

Roman stood up, slowly walking towards Logan so as not to startle the boy, who looked so caught up in the song he hardly noticed them there. When Roman stepped in front of him Logan stubbornly refused to meet their eyes, knowing that if he did he wouldn’t be able to finish.

“ If when he holds me, My heart is set in motion. I'm not prepared for that, I'm scared of breaking open.”

Logan let out a shaky breath when Roman placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling a few tears slip from his eyes that he quickly wiped away. He wasn’t going to cry. He refused.

“But still I can't help from hoping, To find someone to talk to...”

Roman’s grip tightened on Logan’s shoulder as the tears began to fall faster now than he could wipe away, so he elected to ignore them in favor of getting through the last few lines.

“Who likes the way I am.”

Logan didn’t resist as Roman pulled him into a gentle hug, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against their chest, finishing softly

“Someone who when he sees me... Wants to again.”

As soon as the words were out Logan could feel the last of his resolve leave him, and he all but collapsed against Roman, burying his face in their neck in an attempt to muffle the sound of his crying. A wave of protective worry washed over Roman as they immediately drew Logan closer, one hand coming up to stroke his hair in an attempt to provide some amount of comfort without disrupting him. It had been too long since Logan had let himself cry like this, and Roman would be damned if they interrupted him.

They stood like that in silence until Roman’s shirt was soaked through with tears, and Logan’s body was no longer shaking with the force of his sobs, until his breathing has returned almost to normal and his tears had all but dried up. It was Logan who broke the hug first, dropping his arms from around Roman and waiting for them to do the same before he stepped back, taking off his glasses and cleaning them off on his shirt to avoid having to make eye contact just a few seconds longer.

“Have I ever told you how proud I am of you Lo?” Roman asked when Logan finally put his glasses back on, laughing softly when his head quickly snapped up, eyes wide in a mix of confusion and the lingering pain that had come from his admission. “You have every reason in the world to block others out of your life. With everything you’ve been through... everything I put you through, especially after...”

Roman trailed off, a lump rising in their throat that they quickly swallowed, shaking their head to clear the thoughts before the tears could start. This was not the time or the place for them to break down and besides, they had moved on from that (A quiet voice in the back of their head wondered why it hurt so goddamn much if they really had moved on, but Roman shoved it down quickly before the thoughts could take hold).

“You have seen some shit is what I’m trying to say. You had every right to push people away, but instead, you’ve let them into your life. Not just with Patton and Virgil, but with the rest of the world too.” Roman’s smile grew at the feeling of pride in their chest as they thought of how far their best friend had come. From writing off all emotional contact outside of Ro to sobbing in their arms over someone he loved. “You talk to people more, whether it’s in class or even at work, hell you signed up to help with the orientation of new students next year which is a huge step. Two years ago it was impossible to get you to have a conversation that lasted more than five minutes with anyone besides myself.”

“And then, there’s Patton.” Roman laughed softly, and Logan blushed faintly at even the mention of the other. “I knew from the day you two met that you were meant to be together. I had never seen you react to someone the way you did to Patton, not in that first meeting and not in the weeks after. I’ve watched him tear down your walls without you so much as flinching, you’ve done things you never would have before because you allowed yourself to care about someone new. No matter how scared you got, how loud the voice inside of you screamed to run away and never look back, you kept on going.”

“But last night, I listened to that voice. I kissed Patton and then I ran away.” Logan pointed out frustratedly. “I have spent months doing the exact opposite and in a single instant threw every bit of that away. How can you still be proud of me after that?”

“Because Lo,” Roman began, taking a step closer to the boy so that Logan had to tilt his head back slightly to meet their eyes, placing a hand on each one of Logan’s shoulders before they continued “I know that even if you ran away at first, you are going to go back and talk to Patton. You might not tell him everything at first, but you are going to talk to him and try to work out whatever is going on between the two of you.”

“How can you be so certain of that?” Logan asked, his voice soft like that of a child who wanted to still believe in Santa even after years of disappointment that suggested he didn’t exist. “What makes you believe that I will not keep running away for the rest of my life?”

“If you were going to run, you would have done it before Patton got this close. Face it Specs, you’re in too deep now to just give up. He means too much to you.” Roman spoke with such conviction in their voice that Logan couldn’t help but believe them, and for the first time since the kiss, Logan felt a steady sort of peace settle over him. Of course Roman had known the exact thing he needed to hear. “I believe in you Lo. You’re going to fix this, and everything will be okay.”

“Okay.” Logan agreed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and Roman grinned proudly down at him, squeezing his shoulders tightly before letting go. Before they could step back though Logan grabbed onto their arm, holding them in place with a new wave of determination. If Roman was going to push Logan to talk to Patton, then it was time for Lo to do the same to them. “But only if you talk to Virgil.”

“Talk to Virgil?” Roman repeated, laughing nervously as if they didn’t have a clue what Logan was talking about, even if the pounding of his heart said differently. “In case you forgotten Specs, Virgil and I started dating months ago. What do we have left to talk about?”

“Roman.” Logan sighed, fixing Roman with a calculated look as he thought carefully about how to phrase what he was going to say next. The last thing he wanted to do was to push too hard and make Roman close up even more on the subject. They needed to talk things out with Virgil before it caused their relationship to crumble. “I know that it is... difficult for you to talk about what happened because you are afraid of what could happen by making yourself so vulnerable again. It must be especially hard with Virgil, in particular, considering that he is your boyfriend and you love him so dearly.”

“Virgil would never...he’s not like that. He’s a good person, he loves me, I trust him.” Roman protested wetly, sniffling softly as they tried not to cry, their voice shaking as they continued to speak. “I do, but it’s just... after everything that happened... I can’t- can’t stop doubting that he’ll... Something could go wrong and I just-”

Roman shook their head, swallowing the sob that threatened to escape their lips, a few tears falling that they quickly wiped away hoping Logan wouldn’t see them. He did though, and Logan’s face softened as he moved to intertwine their hands, giving them a comforting squeeze.

“That is why you have to talk to him,” Logan said firmly, fighting to keep his voice even so that it wasn’t obvious how much it hurt him to see Roman this distressed. They needed him to keep it together, at least for now. Roman had been strong for him, now Logan had to do the same. “The only way Virgil is ever going to be able to counter your fears is if he knows of them. Leaving them unaddressed will only cause them to worsen to the point where you cannot pretend anymore that nothing is wrong and both you and Virgil will be hurt by the fallout.”

Logan paused for a minute, eyes searching Roman’s face with a look they couldn’t quite read until finally he smiled softly and said “You are one of the strongest people I know, Roman, and that is a fact. I am certain that you can talk to Virgil about this, no matter how scared you may be to do so. Prince’s do not back down no matter the challenge, is that not what you said to me before?”

“Yeah,” Roman laughed quietly, their lips turning up just slightly because of course Logan always knew what they needed to hear. “I guess you’re right, Microsoft Nerd. Virgil and I should talk just like you should go set things straight with Patton.”

“There is nothing that will ever be straight about Patton or myself,” Logan said, his face even but the twinkling in his eyes gave away the fact it was an intentionally made joke, and Roman’s smile grew even wider at the words. “But you are correct in the fact that we too have much to discuss when we get back to the dorms.”

“We should head back then,” Roman replied, and Logan hummed in agreement, but neither made a move to leave for a long moment. Things for the both of them, and for Virgil and Patton as well, would change as soon as they reached the end of the path and were back on campus, it wasn’t surprising that they wanted to delay that just a little longer.

Eventually though, Roman sighed heavily, and like it was his cue Logan started to walk back down the trail they came up, tugging Roman behind him by their still connected hands. For better or for worse, there was no going back. By the end of the day, nothing was going to be the same.

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