Remy groaned and rubbed his head. There was something heavy on his chest. He looked down and saw Roman cuddling him. He was still a little hazy on last night. He knew he didn't go overboard with drinking, Patton wouldn't let him even if he wanted to. But he still needed to double-check he didn't make out with Roman or anything. He took a deep breath and thought hard. No. No, he didn't. There probably wasn't enough room on the couch and Roman was the only one who didn't care as much about personal space. Remy was pretty relieved. That made sense. He was only missing a few patches from last night and probably didn't do anything stupid.
Remy pushed at Roman, who grunted and shifted without waking. Remy slipped out of bed to go get some water and maybe catch a shower before the other 3 killed the hot water. He rubbed his face and walked down the hall to see Logan playing Mario Kart on mute while Patton snored on the couch.
"Oh, god, Lo, please tell me you slept last night and didn't just play Mario Kart," Remy groaned, leaning against the wall.
"I slept. But I am used to waking up early and got bored waiting for someone to wake up," Logan supplied.
"Ah. Okay. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Milk's gone bad, though," Remy said, running his hand through his hair. Logan nodded slightly but didn't move.
Remy went into the kitchen and got a big cup of water and started the coffee. Somebody already picked up in here, which was considerate. Remy riffled through the pantry for some pop-tarts as the coffee brewed. Virgil wasn't much of a breakfast eater… or a lunch eater. So there weren't a lot of options here. Dry cereal, pop tarts, and he had some of those microwave omelets in the freezer, but Remy hated those. A ham and cheese hot pocket was probably close enough to breakfast? Remy popped one in the microwave in lieu of eating pop-tarts. Virgil bought the s'mores ones, and Remy always thought those tasted weirdly morose. They were sad people food, for sure. And Remy was not a sad people today. Though his breakfast was sad.
The coffee smell must have woke up Patton because Remy heard some moaning coming from the couch in the living room.
"You need some water, babe?" Remy asked, hopefully loud enough to hear in the living room, but not too loud for a hangover, while he poured himself a cup.
"Please," Patton rasped. Remy got a cup for him and handed it down to him on the couch, leaning over the back and watching Logan play. Patton took it slowly and drank the entire cup in one go, finishing it with a gasp. "Thank you so much, Remy," Patton grunted.
"Hey, make sure this nerd eats, okay? I'm going to go take a shower in a moment," Remy said, headed back into the kitchen with the empty cup. Ugh, hot pockets and coffee with no creamer. This was dire. Remy was particularly looking forward to brushing his teeth.
Remy came out of the shower feeling very refreshed. There was something about a hot shower the morning after drinking that was just magical. Not as magical as stoned showers. But still amazing.
"Shower's free," Remy called and opened the bathroom door while he tried to fix his hair in the foggy mirror. The first one in there was Roman, surprisingly. Remy thought he'd still be asleep. Roman shut the door behind him with Remy still in there and stripped down to shower. Shamelessness must have also been genetic. Roman had a cute mole on his ass that Remus didn't have. "I'll hunt you down some of Remus's clothes. There's still some here," Remy offered.
"Thanks," Roman moaned as the hot water hit him. "God, this water heater does not fuck around,"
"I know, right?" Remy laughed and left the bathroom, and into Virgil's room.
Remus's stuff was just sort of mixed in with Virgil's. There wasn't a big selection or anything, but Remy managed to find a full outfit for both Roman and Patton. It will be… very weird to see them dressed in all dark colors. There was a hot pink shirt that neither would want to wear, but otherwise, Remus mostly has dark layering stuff piled up here. The clothes he didn't care much about, anyway. He usually forgot they were here.
It would be even weirder to turn Roman into a Remus clone. Remus's jeans would be kind of tight on Patton, but he did find a pair of sweatpants that Patton could fit. Remy pulled out some clothes he thought might fit Logan, too. Getting back into sweaty, drunk clothes after a shower was the worst. Plus, they needed to wash the alcohol smell out of his clothes before he went home. Remy dropped off the clothes in the bathroom for Roman and headed into the living room.
"Okay, I've got changes of clothes. Logan, you gotta go get in the shower and let me wash your clothes or your dad will never believe you fell asleep studying with Patton and forgot to check in," Remy ordered. Logan grunted, but he paused the game and took the pile of clothes Remy handed him as Logan passed Remy in the hall. "Pat, I've got a change for you, too. They're Remus's so they should fit okay enough, but they'll be a little big,"
"Thanks," Patton muttered. "I don't like hangovers,"
"They're just part of the charm, babe. I made coffee, it'll help," Remy offered. "So will the shower when Ro gets out. Don't let him hog all the hot water, the tank's gonna be killed real soon if he doesn't get out,"
"Oh, poopchute," Patton mumbled and scrambled to get up, taking the change of clothes while he passed Remy.
Remy grabbed Virgil's backpack off the living room floor and took it to his bedroom to dump out in the closet where he could kick it all aside. He started packing the things they asked for. Nail polish, sunglasses, cables and headphones. He wrapped Remus's laptop, found easily on Virgil's desk, in a hoodie to pad it while it traveled. The switch he'd have to grab after Logan was done. He was pretty certain Logan would bite him if he unplugged it right now. Remy dropped the bag off in the living room after sliding in the dragon CD. Virgil reassured him they had really comfortable clothes there. He was also told they had toiletries, though they were the hippie versions. Remy would have to get used to applying deodorant with his hands.
Remy headed back to the back bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Can I come in and get your clothes?" Remy asked through the door.
"Yes," Logan called over the shower. Remy cracked the door and reached in for the neatly folded pile on the bathroom counter and left to go gather the others. Roman was in the hall, looking way too much like Remus in the all black. The loose black shirt and the tight jeans looked… kind of wrong on him.
"I know," Roman groaned and looked somewhat despondent, passing his clothes into the pile he had of Logan's. Remy must have been making a face or something. Remy huffed at being made to do the chores, but he was the only one who could work the washer. They did clean the kitchen for him, at least. Remy knocked on the door.
"Pat, will you let me know when you're in the shower so I can get your clothes?" Remy called through the door as Roman wandered down the hall. Remy was met with silence for a bit, but the shower curtain pulled twice and the shower turned on.
"Okay, go ahead," Patton called. And Remy stepped in quickly to take his clothes and left.
Once the clothes were all in the wash, Remy settled on the couch next to Roman, who was laying back, lazily drinking some coffee and flipping through the choices on Netflix. He was surprisingly settled in for a house he had never been in before yesterday. Remy leaned against him. He was really warm, just like Remus. Remy was pretty tired, and it felt nice. Roman lifted his arm and let Remy slide in. Roman probably thought Remy was Patton or something. Roman wrapped his arm around him and Remy settled in comfortably. He had no idea that hangover cuddles were so nice.
"Babe, can you give me a ride into town, later? I've got an errand to run," Remy asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Sure, no problem. I'm not doing anything today," Roman said, picking another completely different show with hot doctors and drama. How many were there, exactly? Remy was missing out, it seemed. And we would probably continue to. "Where do you need to go?"
"Starbucks, first. I need some coffee that isn't black," Remy said. "That one on 31st near the Forever 21 is near where I need to go,"
"Cool. I could use a new pair of jeans," Roman said. Remy rolled his eyes. Roman probably had his own credit card. They'd never trust Remus enough with that. But whatever. Remus isn't with them anymore. Remy and Roman were quietly watching the doctors be dramatic and solve crimes- because that's a totally a thing doctors do- when Logan came out.
"I was playing Mario Kart," He grumbled angrily, looking pretty pissed off with his glower in Virgil's all-black ensemble. He makes a cute punk kid.
"Just undock it and play on the switch itself," Remy waved his hand at the switch.
"Oh. I didn't know you could do that," Logan mumbled and dropped his shoulders and the angry expression.
"Just slide the controllers into the sides," Remy said lazily. Logan walked over and undocked the switch to play. He sat on the floor in front of Roman. Remy could watch his screen from there, which was nice for when they were rambling about DNA evidence.
Patton finally came out maybe half the episode later. He probably wasn't a fan of the clothes. He looked kind of uncomfortable as he walked out, rubbing his arm. He was wearing the bomber jacket again, too. The hangover was probably too hard to bind during. Patton did look kind of weird in Remus's clothes, but not quite as odd as Roman. Roman was probably an uncanny valley kind of situation.
Patton shuffled over to the couch and sat down a distance from Remy. Remy shrugged and opened his arms. He may as well offer, even if Patton was feeling uncomfortable. Patton nodded slightly and shifted in, laying on Remy as Remy laid on Roman. They watched the show, or Logan playing, quietly for a little while white attempting to deal with their various hangovers.
Logan was just an angry hangover kind of guy, which wasn't surprising in the least. Patton was a quiet and shy hangover. Roman seemed disturbingly normal, just like Remus. Maybe kind of tired. Remy was kind of jealous of their good livers and/or dispositions. Remy wasn't that hungover since Patton kept trying to cut him off. But Remy was a sleepy hangover. And he was in a warm sandwich between Patton and Roman, and might have been drifting a bit, since he kept missing who was fucking who and bits of evidence brought up. Remy yawned and checked his phone. He probably should have got up to shift the laundry like 20 minutes ago. Whoops. Remy patted Patton on the shoulder and Patton shifted to let Remy get up to go move the laundry.
After he moved the laundry, he was kind of hungry again. Hangovers need grease. Remy dug around in the freezer. They had killed all the pizzas and Remy ate all the microwave dinners previously. Other than pot pies and garlic bread, there wasn't much left. They took out most of the at-risk food last night. The freezer stuff would last until Virgil's parents discovered the empty house. Virgil didn't buy much food that had quick expiration dates. Remy would leave that milk in the fridge out of spite, though.
"Y'all want delivery while we wait?" Remy asked as he stepped back into the living room with a fresh cup of coffee. Patton had stolen Remy's spot under Roman's arm. He wasn't that surprised about it. Remy wasn't really their friend, anyway. He was a party friend. He knew how that went. As nice and warm as the pile was, they weren't actually friends in the light of day.
"Yeah, I've got some cash," Roman said. "I kind of want Indian,"
"With a hangover?" Remy asked incredulously. Patton shook his head and Logan grunted disapproval.
"Fine," Roman rolled his eyes. "Chinese?"
"Sure," Remy shrugged, sitting on the couch and googling the nearest Chinese restaurant.
"Okay," Patton said. "I want lo mein," He said quietly. "Egg noodle if they have it,"
"Lemongrass chicken Vermicelli, please. I don't want Chinese," Logan piped up. Remy searched around and found a place that had more general Asian entrees.
"What do you want, Ro?" He asked, scanning the menu.
"Jalapeno chicken or something like that," Roman shrugged.
"This place has some curry, though it's Thai," Remy offered.
"Yeah, coconut curry chicken then. And some rangoon," Roman said. Remy kept scanning. Sesame chicken was fried and probably sufficiently greasy enough. He decided to get some egg rolls too, for good measure. Remy called up the restaurant and placed the order. Roman paused it for him so he could order easier, which was nice of him.
"Will you spot me, Ro? I don't have my wallet," Patton whispered.
"Sure, hon. You need me to get you too, Lo?" Roman said. Logan nodded. "Remy? I can just cover you. I know you don't really have lots of spare cash,"
"I've got it, it's fine," Remy shrugged. He had a hundred bucks. He wasn't worried about it.
"Do you want to go into town after lunch?" Roman asked, checking his phone. Remy looked at the time.
"Yeah, that sounds great," Remy said.
"Are you good to drive, Ro?" Patton asked quietly.
"Of course I am, silly. You want a ride home?" Roman asked.
"Yeah… I'm too tired to walk," Patton groaned.
"I would like to be dropped off on my street," Logan said. "I should walk to corroborate my story,"
"I don't know if your dad's gonna buy your phone dying," Remy said suspiciously.
"I have an older frayed cable from Roman I can use as evidence. He was hoarding it in his car for some unfathomable reason. It does not work. I have left my phone playing videos over night to drain the battery, as well. It is confirmedly dead," Logan said. Roman huffed slightly but smiled.
"You're a crafty little genius," Remy chuckled and sipped his sugary coffee. It didn't make up for the lack of cream, that's for sure.
They watched in silence for a little while. Remy was antsy to see Virgil and Remus again. Remy's last hoorah with junk food and parties wasn't particularly as high-key as he would have liked, but he did get drunk and eat an unreasonable amount of pizza, which were goals of Remy's. He'd probably be fine by the time he got to see them, which was a bonus of not getting completely trashed and vomiting to loud house music. Maybe it was a good compromise. Remy wasn't great at compromise, so it was a good start.
Roman laughed at some joke in the show Remy missed. He scrolled his Instagram idly. Remy didn't care about consuming all the content as much as just biding his time until he could get some grease in him with the coffee to kill the last of his headache and sleepiness.
Though lifting the fog meant that Remy might start thinking about stuff. About Virgil. And that scared him a bit. Maybe it's one of those 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' things. Except he wasn't really wishing to kiss Remus. He would kiss Remus, no arguments. He was a cute dude if you liked grunge and had a bad boy thing, and Remy did, but… he wanted to kiss Virgil. He wanted to do lots of things with Virgil, actually. Things he never wanted to do with anybody else. Things he thought he didn't really want to do with anybody.
Remy liked guys, there was no question he liked guys. Everybody knew he liked guys. He was a born gay. He walked gay and talked gay. Wanted to cuddle and kiss cute guys. But he never really... Well. He liked the idea, in theory. But he never actually… saw people like that. But he was seeing Virgil like that. God, he was already thinking about it. The food better get here soon. He was too hungover to be questioning his sexual identity.