He finished the lineart, then stared at it. Of course the first thing he did when Patton got the sketchbook back was make another picture of his romantic fantasy. At this point, it was just pathetic. He knew he should stop doodling these things, especially now that his secret almost got out, but he loved being able to spend a few moments living in an impossible world where he and Patton could be so close and comfortable with each other. At the end, he'd always have to return to reality. The reality where Patton could never want someone like Virgil, and the drawings would stay fantasy.
Logan rose from the ground in front of Virgil's bed. "May I speak with you?"
He kept coloring, refusing eye contact. "Why?"
"I...have questions. Some of which regard Patton."
His pencil stopped. He glared at Logan through his bangs. "What'd he do?"
"Nothing yet, but it's only noon." He straightened his tie, trying to figure out how to say the dangerous things on his mind. "I, uh, must admit – and apologize – that after I mistook your sketchbook with my notebook, I did...look through some of the pages."
Virgil's head snapped up. "Why did you do that?!" he growled.
"Your skills are unlike anything I've seen before. The anatomy, the lines, the colors…" He cleared his throat, getting back on track. "I was captivated by your work. However, I did see one thing that I know I shouldn't have, and-"
"Don't tell anyone about anything you saw," he hissed. "They can't know."
The aggression startled Logan for a second, but he continued. "I won't. I shouldn't have intruded in your personal secrets, but I'll see that it never happens again."
"Good." He went back to his drawing. "You should leave. You're starting to get eyeshadow."