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Chapter 4 CoS - Hey, there is a lost Emo in our Bathroom

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Summary: Virgil meets the last roommate! Can he stay for longer?

Tags: slight u!Roman, inappropriate comments (belittling and judging) about selfharm and mental treatment. puns (it is patton) and food mention/cooking! implied (non-descriptive) nudity, mentions of Christmas.

Story under the cut!

After a hearty breakfast Patton had prepared for them, he had eventually gotten around to sleep a bit.

Since his work had him occupied during night, he was more of an afternoon and evening learner after all. But it wasn't as if he needed to be at work every day - on the contrary, he was usually required during evenings and special events. The flexible working times left him with enough comfortable time to dedicate to his master's thesis.

And after this, he would be allowed to counsel.

Logan had taken off to work while Virgil complied and actually went out to get medical treatment. Nobody had insisted on a hospital and he knew friends who worked in medical professions and could fix this up for him.. Or friends who knew enough about medicine because of knowing others who had studied medicine and such. Again, nobody had specified.

No need to get another file in the local hospital. His medical record must be looking like trash anyway but he was used to it. Virgil has had worse.

Another perk of being with these friends was yet again, having people understand his signs and sudden nonverbal periods due to relatability. And of course, he could easily inform his friends and family about his new home while getting his arms fixed up again.

And he got a snack, soft cuddles and some lighthearted comments during the treatment. Doctors would just ask questions and invade his privacy while friends understood his silence and his words.

What else could he ask for? It was the best if both worlds

***

Logan's day, on the other hand, had been uneventful at most. After another few hours of organising books and arranging them back into their respective shelves, he had taken a lunch break and soon after, had only a couple of hours until the mercy of finishing work.

It wasn't a bad job, boring at most, but it didn't interest or engage him enough to satisfy his intellectual hunger. On another note, he sometimes learned about new books and authors. He had seen his reading list expand extensively ever since he started working here. And it was a welcome change after hours of coding and complicated lectures on formating and such.

Being an IT student was rather challenging but he was used to the expectations and hardships of life. So he took it.

Logan had always been an engaged student because he had to. There was no other way to shine with pride and accomplishment in his upcoming if it wasn't for academic performance and an outstanding social reputation. Nothing ever mattered more than overall societal expectations. But Logan tried.

He just arrived back at home to the smell of Patton cooking.. Something. Apparently, he was still just cutting and preparing some things but the pots were ready to be used like a laid table asking to be used for a meal.

"Greetings, Patton. Has your day been enjoyable to you?", he asked, his voice strained by the length of the day he left behind him. The exhaustion from the cut short night pulled his usually rather straight shoulders into a slightly defeated slump and he needed push his lips a little in order to maintain a rather neutral expression on his face.

He wasn't upset. But he wasn't exactly pleased either. However, a bit of time to himself and some light chatter with Patton usually worked figurative miracles for his mood.

"Aw Logan!", Patton greeted much like a person who was met with a surprise pick up from the airport. He turned to face Logan who was wearing his usual attire with striped blue tie and black shirt. Patton had gifted him the new tie after going to college and Logan had never worn any tie as much as this one, even going so far as to throw his other light blue tie away and instead get a second one looking a lot like the one Patton had gifted him.

Somehow, Logan always looked the same but at the same time, he didn't. Patton found that there was always something special about his friend and after years of growing up together, he was still surprised about some things.

"I started cooking but Virgil came and said he would help me as soon as he is done in the bathroom", he informed him, his mouth pushing its corners to the sides into a little smile. "Oh, I also napped and wrote a couple of pages but not much. I bet tomorrow will be a better day for writing so I went shopping for groceries instead. I got some fish, I know you don't enjoy eating every kind of fish but I promise you will like this one!"

Logan felt the dragging sensation in his heart fade into a warm feeling similar to the realisation of having been blanketed during sleep.

Patton was usually the only one to ever make him feel this warm. Well, not entirely. But Patton did it with such ease, just by paying attention to him and deeming him important enough to be considered in his daily life choices.

He didn't deserve such a good friend, at least that's what he thought. Patton wouldn't make such an effort for him if he didn't think it fit.

The ginger man in yet another of his cat sweaters flashed him a smile, revealing his white teeth.

"How was your day? You don't seem so happy", he said, voice thin as glass as he abandoned the cutting board and wiped his hands on the plaid apron as he approached him with a certain precision in his step.

Logan let his shoulders slump, sighing quietly before he decided to meet Patton halfway.

"I'm happy now that you're around", Logan spoke quietly into Patton's neck as the two shared a warm embrace that lasted for several moments. The taller man squeezed him and gently run a hand over his back as if to soothe out the wrinkles of of emotional uncertainties and straighten his mood. Funnily enough, the warmth of Patton's hand moving over his backside had Logan let out a soft sight as he melted into the accepting hug.

Only Patton hugged like he understood all your pain. Only Patton gave, you embraces that traded your trouble with his undying love and passion for you and your wellbeing. His hugs only went as far as you let them and adjusted to your feelings. It was almost as if Logan was the only one to matter in this hug.

"Logan, I'll always be there for you" he promised softly as his arms gently moved so he could release the reluctant nerd from his arms. "Please go change. I will make us some tea and if you want, we can have some cuddles later. The Prince of our dreams should be on his way, too! That means happy friend time together!"

Patton's voice nearly flashed over into inaudible squeals as he offered Logan another freckled smile. The IT student returned it and straightened his posture again. Apparently, his life energy was back on and he felt empowered to continue his daily challenges to survive once more.

"That sounds like an adequate plan, Patton", Logan remarked softly and turned to leave to his room. Once there, he noted to get a mattress ready for Virgil. It wasn't the most dignified way of sleeping but the couch didn't seem as comfortable as a mattress on the floor.

Logan loosened his tie and glanced over it, his face softening as he fondly remembered the treasure of Patton's gift to him. He had never felt as liberated by a material object placed into his possessions. Well, almost. The key to this flat and the one before he had shared with Patton alone had been one of the most motivating things he had ever received. Up until today he had never felt quite as much joy as when he and Patton had shared another hug over their own home and first time "adulting" as Patton had phrased it.

Logan undressed with a smile and decided to wear simple black sweatpants and one of his christmas sweaters. It was a special edition inspired by an artistic movement. The shapes and colours always appealed to his aesthetic standards and eased him up. Knowing that he was immersed by appreciation of culture, Logan felt comforted and understood.

It felt silly to him to find understanding in a piece of multi-coloured fabric but Patton had insisted how feelings were valid and sometimes everyone found delight or asylum in the strangest activities or things.

Who was to judge anyway?

Logan pulled out one of his little notebooks and settled at his wooden desk for a moment. The book was a simply dark blue with a single black stripe on the left side of the hardcover. The pages inside were smooth, the yellowish tinted colour made it easier for him to read and reduced the contrast to his ink blue writing.

Logan grabbed his ink pen and opened the journal at his last entry. His silver metal book mark was softly nudged off the page as his eyes glanced over his last entry. Before work he had added notes on the previous day, especially the night. The fact that Virgil would probably live with them for a while was already tattooed onto the pages.

Soaking up the truth, the pages started accepting more ink as Logan refreshed his journal information by adding today's events to it.

Others would call the lined piece of private information a diary but Logan didn't like the implication of it. While he didn't judge diaries nor their owners either, the student personally didn't associate with the ideas of writing down his feelings in a one-sided conversation like a therapy session with a wall. It made him feel like a forgotten statue in the middle of a city square that nobody spared a moment to look at.

Logan easily finished his little entry and felt the heavy weight of burdening memories and nasty social interactions flow from his head and heart into the ink he spilled all over the pages.

Well, tea should be ready soon and Logan only had one more little addition. His hands pulled out another book from his dash under literally any over piece of paper he could have found and deemed important enough to be kept in his desk's drawer. It slipped from his fingers and onto the table, next to the journal he had left open for the blue ink to dry into its pages.

Logan skipped through a couple of pages - by all means, they weren't many just yet - until he found his last entry, marked with a little post he had cut into a sort of page marker. The orange paper was a stark contrast to the purple writing in his little book. His journal was half the size of a regular college block while this notebook was about half the journal's size.

Logan started writing under the little category he had started on this page specifically.

"Experiment : How to calm down Virgil (ticks and numbers for tested methods according to rate of success)"

***

While Logan was writing down his observations and inferences, Roman arrived back home.

The actor let the door click shut and immediately started taking, his feet in eternal motion as he matched forward. Did he stop at the door to close it or did he just walk it off until it complied and shut itself?

"Good afternoon, mortal vessels", he exclaimed as he strode forward.

Patton turned around from his cutting board, moving so quickly he dropped his knife and heard it rattle on its way into the metal body of the sink. The ginger giant wiped the juice of the cut vegetables on his white and red apron and attempted to follow Roman, calling out to him.

"Wait, Roman!", he tried again, his voice growing thin as he attempted at catching up to him on time but the fancy man disappeared into the bathroom with a dismissive wave.

At once, the tall statue and broad shoulders, which were hidden under the white dress shit and blue jeans he was wearing, disappeared behind the white door and Patton couldn't help but stop. What if Roman was changing? Or Virgil? He couldn't just chime in as well? Why didn't Virgil lock the door!?

Silence.

Patton didn't know what was happening behind the doors and neither was Roman when he started unbuttoning his shirt with his right while his left pulled the bathroom door by its handle until it, too, shut.

He looked at the figure in front of him, shirtless and bending over the sink as he seemed to do something with his incredibly arms.

OH. Those weren't pale arms, those were bandages. What did a man with bandages and no shirt on do in their bathroom?

Virgil had looked up by now.

The sound of Patton's repetitive calls had eventually reached him through his headphones and he had pulled them down with one hand while his teeth clenched around the last bit of bandage he had to tie together with the start of his little injury wrapping.

When Roman entered, he had stared at him like a wild animal about to meet the headlights of a car for the first time. His body crouched further over his right arm as if to protect the patched up mess. He also seemed to inch behind the sink instead of vaguely standing in before it and leaning over the porcelain white half egg.

"Patton, Logan. Why is there a shirtless emo in the bathroom?", he asked, his voice dropping down into the basement along with his tactfullness as he glanced over the man again.

The punk - punk! not emo, tried to disappear into himself as Roman's eyes roamed over him again and he mused getting a shirt to cover up but turning around to show his back wasn't really the option. He couldn't lose sight of Roman. That... He just couldn't. On the other hand, he also couldn't really let go to get something like his jacket or the shirt he had brought to wear after his shower. The bandage still needed to be tied up and looking away wasn't going to work.

Patton knocked on the door to let Roman know he was there and the tanned man let go off the handle he had forgotten about.

Sure thing Patton couldn't open the door with his arm still pulling it shut. The giant might be strong enough but the door presumably wasn't.

"Roman!", Patton complained against until he felt the pulling weight in the other side of the door being gone and he finally got to pull the door open and join in, immediately falling against the actor in his clumsy haste.

"Patton, please don't tell me this is one of your mental house experiments again. I'm done with this. I just came from work and I need a shower, I really don't wanna deal with your self harm recovery programmes or whatever. Not right now."

Patton looked at his roommate, his eyes nearly petrifying as he found the others face to be laced with furrowed eyebrows and a pulled together mouth, lips sharp and nose fed up.

Virgil had taken the moment to simply throw a jacket over his body and put the first aid supplies back into the little red bag Patton had instructed him to locate and make use of in the bathroom.

He zipped up, not caring about the loose bandage ends and instead shoved the things back into their place in the little cupboard over the sink. He shut the tiny white doors that had little white sea life painted over them and used the nearby light switch to turn off the fairy lights draped over the wooden furniture over his head.

In mere seconds, Virgil had reduced his claimed space into the mere minimum of his slim body while Logan joined their little pity party.

He was so glad he was at least wearing his jacket. He had wanted to wear a shirt but that level of comfort was buried beneath the weight of heavy rocks Roman had exploded into his little bed of hope as he had chimed into the room and claimed to be more significant.

"I'm not a fucking experiment, Princey", he hissed as he held his right arm and glared liquid fire at the other man.

Princey, that must have been the most ironic name of mockery Roman had ever been called. It definitely referred to the little crown he was proudly presenting in his nearly void black hair. The man in question let out a huff, his dark, curvy eyebrows creating a sharp angle to his eyes as he glared back at the intruder.

"Excuse me, I forgot the part where I addressed you, emo nightmare!", he barked back and Virgil omniously seemed to shrink away for a moment.

"Pardon me", a voice spoke. The soothing sound of cool water from a forest's river bled into the heated atmosphere between them and Patton stepped back to make space between him and Roman for the ever composed master head to take a moment in their space. "Roman, I suppose you could make space for our guest to return to his room. Virgil needs to stay with us for a little while and living together requires compromises on both sides."

The enraged man looked at the taller nerd, a blank expression in his face as he swallowed back a compliment and gritted his teeth n Another huff, another step and he was out of the bathroom. The arms crossed over his chest, he glared back at the emo who ducked down and was carefully resocialised by Patton's assuring words by slow gestures.

While the duo in the bathroom cleared up the space, Logan and Roman walked over to the latter man's room and closed the door behind them. Before Roman found the time to speak, Logan had already lifted his flat hand for him to indicate silence.

Rubbing his temples with his ink-tainted finger tips, he adjusted his glasses and looked back at his other roommate.

"Apologies for my choice of words but your actions and words were quite inadequate and had me a little....", he trailed off, looking for a suitable word to tailor his sentence according to his attention, "irritated." He briefly glanced at Roman and let out a sigh.

"Patton and I wanted to ask you in peace whether you could bear with me having a guest for a few days or weeks. My friend seems to be unable to return to his previous home - I will personally stand against him pursuing any intention of going there again if I must - and needs shelter for until he has found a more appropriate residence that comes closer to valuing human dignity. "

Logan wasn't quite done as he indicated with yet another glance to Roman. When he wanted to, the computer enthusiast had quite the icy teacher glare in his eyes and he was less than afraid to use it. Roman keeps his pretty mouth shut despite his cheek bones resting back together like a proud lion brooding over a way to get a prey other than the one who had just escaped his hungry claws.

"It would be kind of you to approve of this arrangement. While we cannot force you and would not, it could speak for your character to show some compassion for him or at least give him time to prove himself of a worthy guest. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and until tomorrow after work to decide. Until then, please behave. He and Patton wanted to cook and you know our Patton needs to have his down time before going to work. "

With that, Logan stopped and looked at the slightly smaller man, his icy eyes unreadable as he bore his look into the auburn orbs of the slightly exotic looking actor. Roman sighed and turned away.

Logan's tension disappeared from his shoulders and he ran another hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Thank you for considering it Roman. I will consult him about how to lock the bathroom while we prepare dinner. Coffee will be ready for you."

With that, Logan turned around as well and their backs faced one another for a brief moment before Logan left through the wooden door.

Things with Roman were certainly too emotional for him to deal with.

Logan felt a tug at his heart as he returned to the kitchen which was open to the living room and connected the three other rooms with respective little hall ways inbetween. It wasn't the kitchen that made him feel the weird emptiness coming back at him but it was the spacey room being void of his best friend and also free of any Virgil. The promised coming seemed off or at least delayed.

Logan was hungry.. But the prospect of late to no food at all didn't seem to struck him with too much interest. He felt his heart pounding from his little outburst at Roman and the missing comfort from the others. There was no soothingly casual joke coming from Virgil and there was no soft part and cooling tide of emotions coming from Patton.

Logan moved on his body's accord, just following patterns of routine such as visiting the bathroom for no apparent reason and doing his business before washing his hands. It felt dull. He hated the end of November.

It was when he was about to exit the bathroom that his ears were allowed to catch a bit of the sweet sweet sound of little giggles that could only come from their pure Christian angel.

This home's personal angel was Patton. He wasn't just a ginger giant and the tallest of the group, meaning he outgrew Logan and could stuck his tongue out at his nose. He was also a to-be therapist who was already accepted in a special training to get his license right after his master's thesis would be approved of. Logan and he were bestest friends ever since they had met and for some reason, the little sunshine had always tried to accommodate Logan, no matter how weird and shy the nerd had seemed to be.

Patton was known to him as calmest and most soothing person. Whenever he was in pain, Patton seemed to ease up his burning issues and make his urge to cry disappear into thin air.

They had grown up tigether and eventually close and when Patton went to college, he soon went after him and they moved together until they met Roman and decided to share their space.

Patton had brought Roman into the group because Patton was the sunshine who illuminated every person on this world but even a sunshine wasn't fallible.

Right now, it was their second year together and Logan and Roman kept colliding in harmless to slightly less harmless disputes over nothing and everything. He didn't even know whether Roman really enjoyed living together but sometimes.. Sometimes there were moments in which it felt as if they had known one another for lives, even longer and more than Patton and he did. But these moments disappeared as soon as they appeared and Logan was usually left feeling like this.

But this was the end of November again so it just felt worse to him.

He wondered whether Roman felt bad about their arguments and confrontations too. Sometimes Patton would scold them like an angry parent. Sometimes it would take a soft nudge from him to have both apologise. But.. More often than not, Roman came back and apologised and with every time he did, it felt as if there was less regret between them but, in a way, still a broader chasm.

Maybe Logan needed to know people more. Perhaps he should try harder.

He could ask Patton for help. Or.. Not. The IT student would ponder on it.

Right now, Logan wanted to follow the heaven's bells that seemed to let their sounds echo through his home and he carefully moved out of the bathroom, his legs moving on their own. This time he didn't follow his prepared autopilot but his pure instinct.

When he pushed the door out of his sight, he could see, obstacle-free. Virgil and Patton were together by now. It was odd to see so much sweater in so little room but the two seemed comfortable and he himself felt warmed from the inside just by seeing them curl into themselves in open giggles.

Apparently, the whole thing seemed like water under the bridge for now.

Logan carefully approached them and Patton's face lit up, his chuckling mouth retreating to a wide smile as he opened his arms.

"Logan, did you know Virgil speaks other languages?", he asked, his eyes sparkling like puffing stars and his cheeks showing off little dimples as his skin stretched over his freckled face. Patton pulled at something and gave Logan a look, the glass green eyes awaiting yet promising as he stepped back and continued.

"He is multilinguini!", he said as he pulled out a little pack of pasta and Logan honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry but his heart made a little jump and Virgil seemed to have a hard time keeping his lopsided grin hidden behind his long sleeves of the old, zipped up jacket he was wearing.

The sound of Patton's open laughter and Virgil's muffled giggles filled Logan with warmth and he let his lips eventually deflate into the softest of smiles his dark eyes filled with a rare bonfire compassion as he nodded.

"I'm sure he is", Logan said. If it made them all happy, he would let the dad joke slide for a moment. "But please tone down on the puns, Patton" he asked yet his smile gave him away.

Patton's glass eyes seemed to gleam in conspiracy and he winked before turning to Virgil who clutched his stomach like an important item about to be robbed off him. He was struggling to stand up straight again but the massive wave of giggles roaring through his body and rattling that flesh container seemed to cease enough for him to eventually straighten his posture and riffle through his dampened hair.

"Virgil, I am sorry about his terrible puns", Logan started with the perfect imitation of a selfsuffering frown wrinkling into his face as he attempted at sounding upright and apologetic about Patton.

The psychology student flashed Logan a smirk that understood him and teased his dynamic enough for Virgil to ease up and gave Logan a slight nod in reply.

"I suppose I gotta get through this", he mused, the tone of his voice experimental as he started. An eel wiggle smile was on his lips and he leaned back against the counter as of he was considering an offer and he needed to play it off as cool. But in a professional way. "I promised to help him and Logan", he whispered, carefully leaning in and giving Patton another side glance before he averted his gaze and looked at his colleague, "if I don't make it, at least you'll be safe from his dad jokes for another day.."

Logan gave Virgil a stone hard look but Patton and Virgil knew the jelly beneath his pretended hardness as Logan backed away and sighed, the little smile playing on his lips never leaving.

It had to be the warmth in this room that had Logan smile so easily as if he was butter melting in sun.

It was the end of November and.. Logan felt like this year was even more manageable than the last one.

"Hold on", he advised seriously and gave Virgil an approving nod before leaving again. Before he entered the bathroom to take the shower he had now realised his routine had expected him to take, he gave the two another look as Patton placed the pasta aside and Virgil pushed his sleeves up just enough for his slightly yellowish hands to show before he disappeared into the task of cutting some more peppers.

Logan was filled with a grey fog as he descended into the shower, the door behind him locked as he moved on autopilot. He didn't know what it was but a certain feeling of warmth had him assume that whatever this feeling was, it had to be good rather than bad. If he was in any place to judge whether a feeling could have traits like this.

***

"That was nice Patton, thank you a lot", Roman said and Logan nodded softly while Virgil was curled up in his chair under Patton's stretched out arms as the ginger pulled the dishes close to his body and carried them over to the sink.

"Actually, Virgil did the cooking, mostly. I didn't even know about this kind of dish but we shared ideas this morning. I just assisted him a little and showed him where the things are", he clarified as he started cleaning the dishes and the punk in question carefully picked up the abandoned cups and some stray cutlery Patton had overlooked or not bothered picking up since it was clean.

He carried the things over and added the dirty things to Patton's little pile of clean-up he had to finish before work. The giant gave him a bright smile and a little nod but as he tried to raise his arms from the soap water, the raising bubbles and sudden notion of wet hugs being uncomfortable made him drop his shoulders back into place.

"Well, Virgil, thank you for turning fish into a considerable meal to eat", Logan concluded after cleaning his mouth with a little napkin. He, too, rose zu his feet and cleared up the other napkins to throw them away. It was kind of his they did things here.

Virgil stood next to Patton. He seemed a little like Waldo but zoomed in on him and terribly out of context. Logan was walking over and passed him as he reached over to dispose the bundle of trash in his hands.

Roman turned to them and eventually sighed before speaking up.

"I'm sorry I said these mean things."

Virgil turned around and watched the man while Patton gave a soft hum. Logan simply gazed over Roman, something in his strict teacher features softening.

"I just.. Our department has budget issues and they need more money for the upcoming play and it is cool that we are all trying to make the best of it but not enough people fund us or visit the performances so everyone's bonus money is delayed until after New Year's Eve. I don't know whether I can go back for the holidays and be with my family and I'm stressed and upset about that. "

He sighed again, his hands holding his forehead as he pushed his hair out of his face again.

" But that isn't your fault and I shouldn't have been like this to you just because I'm stressed and I'm sorry. "

Virgil stated at the other for a while and his lips seemed heavier than led as his wary orbs eyed the miserable blop of arbitrariness at the table. His mind played ping pong with ideas from storming off over shrugging at him to just saying" whatever ". All the while, his mind screeched red blinking warnings at him that popped up like a bunch of porn ads when visiting these shady websites for pirating a game or show.

The guest simply turned around to start drying the dishes Patton had left on the rack to simply finish themselves. But the friendly giant didn't protest. He respected the tension in the room and carefully nudged Virgil's left shoulder instead. For some reason, Virgil was standing to Patton's right instead of the left which would have been right before the drying rack where Logan was standing. The nerd noted the action with his calculating eyes.

Virgil needed to keep his hands busy, his right half covered in his purple black wretched jacket that looked more like hand dyed plaid patches than the original piece of clothing. Maybe the sewing streaks were all to keep it together. But they seemed to collectively make up a sort of aesthetic that seemed to fit Virgil's usually black lines eyes and the purple hair.

"Did you try fundraising with something like a baking sale or just asking for apprentices, trainees or volunteer workers to help out?" The punk turned around but barely acknowledged that Roman had shifted into a rather upright position in order to sink his auburn eyes into his soul. " I mean, I don't know what the fuck you're doing anyway or where but maybe that could help. "

He shrugged again and Roman opened his eyes as Virgil turned back to the drying cutlery he seemed in need to dry. The little guy thre another glance over his shoulder but didn't spare Roman another look after this. His honey eyes were trained in the task at hand, literally. Meanwhile, Logan had decided to put the plates back into their original spot in the cupboard.

"I mean.. I-I could ask my boss and just propose those ideas. It's better than not un t but I don't know whether it can change a thing."

Roman fidgeted with his hands as the merciless back faced his pleading face. This guy was new to him and so was the situation.

Finally, Patton chimed in.

" We could organise a baking sale! Aw, that'd would be so cool! ", he squealed out in excitement. The ginger clapped his hands together and his race looked like a fit up birthday cake with tons of candles. "I could bake with you or alone - you don't have to! But it would be so cool because Christmas is coming up anyway and I reeeally wanna bake biscuits and decorate gingerpals!"

Logan placed his hands on Patton's shoulders and carefully tugged him from the kitchen and over to his room.

" Patton, let us talk about Christmas baking when the time has come. For now, we shouldn't hold you off getting to work. "

The walking hug sweater of pastel quickly nodded and disappeared into his room before he came out just a few moments after, a sports bag strapped over his shoulder.

What kind of work required him to come in late anyway? Was he a host or server or something? Maybe a bouncer but he didn't look intimidating enough. Then again, Virgil didn't know him enough to be able to judge this.

Instead, he waved and Patton pulled everyone into a hug, even lifting the sitting Roman a little in the process before leaving with another cheerful sound of affection.

This man was like a marshmallow snowflake in human form but with natural freckles and a lot of fairy lights.

"We can have a film night this weekend! Love you, kids! Don't stay up too long!"

And with that, the sweater man was gone.

Even after the hug Virgil was burning inside and he felt somewhat sick of humanity. Maybe he did have too much interaction with more or less strangers for the day. University and all the stress paired with these situations really had him exhausted.

Or so he thought.

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