After their very successful date, Roman and Virgil were laying together on the air mattress and holding hands while they barely watched the cast recording of Arcadia. Roman was very distracted, and with Virgil's shield down he was also struggling to pay attention. Virgil hoped Patton was at their dorm still because there's no way they wouldn't get lost in the showers or buy 20 dogs or something while Virgil and Roman were caught up in the loop.
"You better speak up, angel, before Pat finds themselves getting lost in the 5 steps from their loft to the toilet," Virgil said and ran his hand through Roman's hair.
"What?" Roman asked, looking to Virgil.
"Exactly," Virgil stated plainly, and then was distracted by Roman's bright eyes. He shook his head to try to refocus. "You're distracting everybody," Virgil clarified.
"Sorry, there's a lot on my mind," Roman mumbled and Virgil ran his hand through Roman's hair affectionately.
"I know, let's get some of it out," Virgil softly requested. "What's on my Prince's plate and how can we toss the entire thing?"
"You need not break my plate, Virgil," Roman said and rolled his eyes at him.
"Just tell me, you cagey bitch, before I flip to the ceiling and take you with me," Virgil threatened Roman, though they both knew it was empty by the hint of playfulness in his annoyance.
"Fine, the money thing is weird to me," Roman said.
"Among other things, I'm sure. You've never been this distracted over it before, and didn't mind spending it this afternoon," Virgil said and brushed Roman's knuckles with his thumb, sucked up by the feeling and losing his train of thought again. They sat in silence for a moment until Roman sighed.
"Yeah, among other things," Roman replied finally.
"Listen, if you don't want money you don't have to take it. It's just a resource you have now," Virgil explained. "I'm not forcing it on you, I just see problems money can fix and offer it," Virgil tried to console him.
"I want to be as blase about it as you but it's not how I was raised," Roman shrugged slightly.
"Yeah, I know, capitalist brainwashing, human struggle, society, all that stuff," Virgil said. Roman just looked at him oddly. "I give away money all the time, Roman, you're not the first objector. If you feel gross, just spend as much on random charity as you do on yourself. D will tell you to back off if you're spending too much,"
"So you would seriously pay my tuition? It would really help my parents out," Roman asked softly.
"So it was big expenses that were bothering you? But of course, I'll pay for it. We can get you a fake part-time job to pay for it to avoid possible inquisitions," Virgil tried to explain while Roman's mood tried to throw him off. "But if that's not what you want, I won't force it on you," He accidentally repeated. It was hard to focus.
"Yeah," Roman said oddly solemnly. "Remus has been complaining about not getting as much help as me since his schooling was cheaper. He texted that he needed new shoes and mom and dad wouldn't buy them. I was hoping I could tell them to spend it on Remus instead of me, so he could get the things he needs. I've been feeling awful about getting more help than him. I know he's a little asshole sometimes, but he was just acting out for attention. It's like they're trying to punish him for his grades not being good enough to get into university with me,"
"You can tell them that you'll pay for yourself and send him a bunch of pre-loaded credit cards if you want," Virgil offered. "If he wants, he can always transfer to university if he gets his grades up. That's much easier if he's not walking around in dead shoes. Hell, we can send him some fancy boots or something," Virgil shrugged. "You do look great in boots,"
"Are you serious?" Roman asked and stared at Virgil intently.
"Entirely. Sending cash is a bad idea and bank transfers are tracked. Gift cards would let him buy most of the things he needs even if your asshole parents don't help after you ask them to," Virgil explained to him and ran his free hand along Roman's arm assuringly.
"Hey!" Roman objected and glared at him.
"Well, you don't paint the greatest picture of them, starshine," Virgil rolled his eyes at Roman, but the intensity in Roman's face didn't drop. Virgil leaned forward to kiss Roman's forehead. "I'm sorry I insulted your parents, love," Virgil apologized.
"Maybe they aren't the greatest, but it's fucked up to insult somebody else's parents, Virge," Roman grunted and glowered at Virgil. At least Roman's weird mood wasn't throwing Virgil off anymore.
"I wouldn't know," Virgil said blithely and rolled his eyes.
"I could always insult Hecate, she's like your mom or something, right?" Roman asked sarcastically.
"You insult Hecate and she may never give you a gift," Virgil reprimanded him shortly, shooting him a small glare.
"I'm surprised you even believe that stuff," Roman sighed in exasperation.
"Most born vampires do. We can feel something and we innately know what it is. I just know what I feel. I'm not insulting your beliefs," Virgil grunted and pulled his hand back from Roman to cross his arms, but Roman gripped Virgil's hand and didn't let him withdraw.
"Fine, let's call it even. You don't get it and I don't get it, but at least we get we shouldn't insult each other for it. Deal?" Roman offered.
"Okay," Virgil said and relaxed again. "It may not hurt to be more open to the idea if you want a gift so bad," Virgil said.
"Yeah, sure, Virge, I'll just abandon all my beliefs on the off chance it changes anything," Roman said sardonically.
"I didn't say abandon, just open. They're not diametrically opposed," Virgil clarified and held Roman's face briefly. Roman just huffed. "You don't have to, it just might help your odds if you decide you want to try for one. I can't say I know how it works," Roman stayed silent. It was fine if he didn't want to discuss it. Virgil could understand where he was coming from, at least on this point. Virgil was thankful Roman was finally less distracted, but this weird conflicted feeling wasn't much better. He'd rather go back to spacing out when he admired his lovely new boyfriend. Maybe he could change the subject and lift his mood.
"So, why did you pick today for your super date?" Virgil asked softly and stroked Roman's face.
"Oh, it was just the first day off after I decided. I knew you'd be busy with Pat all Saturday," Roman said. The feeling subsided slightly, which was nice.
"So, when did you decide?" Virgil asked and ran his hand gently along the back of Roman's head.
"Friday night," Roman responded, sounding a little dismissive.
"What made Friday night special? We just watched movies," Virgil asked curiously, softly playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
"I, uh, it wasn't so much about the day," Roman stumbled slightly and looked away. Virgil looked to Roman with intrigue, but he didn't explain further. Virgil pulled him in for a hug and stroked his back, feeling Roman's mood.
"Okay," Virgil breathed. He wasn't sure if he should push him to move past this or just let it lie. He didn't want to make Roman angry again. So, Virgil opted not to push it and hoped Roman would decide for him. "Whatever it is, you don't have to be embarrassed about it. I guarantee I've done every stupid thing on the planet by now and it's hard to faze me," Virgil offered in solidarity.
"This is another problem you won't understand," Roman said, looked away, and squeezed his hand.
"A family thing?" Virgil couldn't help but hope for clarification.
"No, it's just something that you were born with that I wasn't sure I wanted," Roman sighed. Virgil stiffened. Fuck, did he regret it now?
"Shit, I'm sorry, Ro! I would take it back if-" Virgil started freaking out, he didn't expect the conversation to go and felt like he was hit with a brick of guilt all at once.
"No, Virgil! Settle down! I'm still happy with being extra awesome!" Roman interjected and Virgil let out a big sigh. "God, you're still harboring that? Let it go," Roman moaned. "That physically hurt,"
"Sorry. You could still regret it down the line," Virgil mumbled and tried to calm back down.
"You are the most pessimistic person on the planet," Roman grumbled. "Look, I wasn't sure I was willing to be in a non-monogamous relationship," Roman finally admitted. Virgil looked at him in confusion.
"I know you just asked me out, but I'll give you your space if you changed your mind," Virgil offered, feeling morose and looking weakly to Roman, backing up slightly on the air mattress.
"I didn't change my mind, stormcloud, seriously, settle down. I didn't mean to make you freak out. I barely knew you could," Roman said, looking confused.
"You're important to me," Virgil said quietly.
"I guess I'll take it as a compliment. I mean it. I'm happy with you, okay?" Roman said emphatically. Virgil nodded and exhaled slightly. "I just always thought I was a one guy kind of person. But I like both you and Patton. And it didn't feel wrong when we all cuddled watching movies, and it didn't feel wrong to go to sleep with the both of you either, even though we weren't dating or whatever. You were sweet and focused on caring for them, but I didn't feel ignored or unloved," Roman explained softly and pulled Virgil back in to hold him. "I don't know how I feel about your other boyfriends yet, but I don't think the things I was worried about are genuine issues. And maybe I'm less monogamous than I thought, too, since I'd still say yes if Pat was interested," Roman mumbled the last part. Virgil softened. He wished Roman would have talked to him about all this before, but maybe it was important for Roman to think about it alone. Either way he was immensely relieved.
"Thanks for telling me, starshine," Virgil nestled into Roman, holding him on the air mattress. "You seemed okay with Deceit when he left last time," Virgil said. "Are you warming up to him?"
"He's certainly a dramatic bitch. He offered to teach me archery when we visited him at the estate, which is pretty cool of him," Roman said, thankfully sounding interested in further interactions.
"So you could get along as friends?" Virgil asked, hoping they could like each other instead of continuing to clash.
"We could be cordial," Roman offered, but Virgil felt something surprising from Roman.
"You like him a little, huh?" Virgil asked with a light chuckle.
"Just a little! After he stopped threatening me he got all affectionate and teasing instead of being an asshole," Roman said a little defensively. "Kind of like you, but more dramatic and theatrical,"
"Ah, I can see how that maybe is something you'd be into," Virgil laughed and Roman squeezed him hard. "I give, Princey, if we wrestle on the air mattress we'll pop it," Virgil conceded quickly. Roman released him and took his hand again. "So, did what Deceit said to you when he came to visit Patton have anything to do with your change in attitude towards him?" Virgil asked, and Roman's heart rate spiked slightly, and he flushed.
"He said something sweet but immediately chased it by embarrassing me with too much information, so not really," Roman said, sounding almost a little winded.
"That's very on-brand for Deceit. What did he say?" Virgil asked with amusement.
"He, uh, compared real-life you to dream-you," Roman coughed. Virgil rolled his eyes. That was extremely on-brand for Deceit.
"Sorry. He likes to make his gift everyone else's curse. It's kind of a hard one to have. I hope it was at least a kind comparison," Virgil said with a sigh.
"Yes, it was a very glowing recommendation," Roman sighed right back, a little bitterly. Virgil blushed when he remembered exactly what Roman was dreaming about.
"Wait, weren't you dreaming about-" Virgil started.
"We can not talk about that, thanks," Roman cut him off before he could say it.
"It was just a dream, Roman, I'm not-," Virgil tried to offer in for solace.
"We could just not talk about it, thanks," Roman said again, a little louder. Virgil shook his head and looked back to the laptop.
"Oh, crap, we talked through the rest of the cast recording," Virgil muttered and sat up.
"Whatever, as long as I see it before Wednesday. I don't really feel like restarting it this late," Roman said and yawned lightly. "Any chance you'll stay unshielded and sleep with me tonight?" Roman asked, looking hopeful.
"I don't mind. But if I stay unshielded the whole night I might wake you and Pat up worrying or something," Virgil warned him and pulled him close again, kissing his hair.
"I suppose that means you shouldn't worry then," Roman said snarkily. Virgil released him and huffed.
"That's not how anxiety works," Virgil responded bitterly.
"I still think you should talk to Emile," Roman chided him.
"I'll talk to him tomorrow," Virgil replied impassively. He did want to ask him something.
"Cool," Roman remarked and yawned again. "Play me something on the piano?"
"Sure, darling, any requests?" Virgil asked and pulled himself to his feet off the air mattress. Roman picked up the laptop and returned it to the charger as Virgil sat at his synth.
"Do you have anything you wrote that's calm?" Roman asked as he grabbed the weighted blanket off Virgil's bed to lay back down under.
"You've already heard one of them. I have a few. Are you looking for like mystical forest vibes or a rainy night?" Virgil asked, trying to narrow it down. Roman looked at him oddly for a moment.
"A rainy night?" He asked, sounding confused, and Virgil just nodded and started playing. The air mattress behind him shifted a few times until Roman settled in. "Come back to bed in two songs," Roman murmured.
"Of course, sweet Prince," Virgil cooed with a little chuckle.
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Virgil had texted to Patton and Logan the next afternoon to invite them out for lunch. Roman had come back from his morning classes and tried to go eat more of that garbage campus pizza before Virgil convinced him otherwise. It would have been nice to see everybody. Especially give Patton the hug owed to them after last night's emotional debacle waking them up. Roman and Virgil walked through the campus afternoon with their arms hooked to the pizza parlor nearby, planning to order ahead while Patton and Roman got there. Patton had to finish up a class and Virgil and Logan didn't want them walking alone.
Roman was tapping the table impatiently with the two hot pizzas and garlic knots right in front of him, waiting to take a bite. He held Virgil's hand under the table and tapped his foot.
"They're almost here, I don't think they'll mind if you go ahead," Virgil said and stroked his thumb over the back of Roman's hand.
"That's bad manners, Virgil," Roman huffed and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. Virgil felt Patton enter the building and raised up his arm so Patton and Logan could pick them out in the lunch crowd. They thankfully were against a wall near the entrance so Virgil could handle it. Virgil was still a bit on edge, but it helped that Roman was here with him. It would help more when Patton and Logan sat down, probably. Patton rounded the corner and lit up when they saw Virgil, bounding over as carefully as possible. Patton pulled Virgil into a bear hug when they got to the table, yanking Virgil out the chair and Roman's hand. They clearly don't have the best handle on their strength yet, but Virgil thought it was funny.
"Virgil!" The exclaimed and rubbed noses with Virgil, which was a little surprising.
"Sorry again," Virgil mumbled into their ear while they hugged him tightly.
"It's okay, honey, I get it," Patton said softly and rubbed his back. Virgil picked up Patton and gave them a little spin, and they giggled airily as Virgil set them down to eat.
Patton went over to Roman and gave him the same hug treatment with a wide smile. Logan walked over with a nod to Roman and sat on the other side of Virgil at the round table, giving Virgil a special smile that would have melted his heart if he had one. Logan reached out and squeezed Virgil's hand before selecting a slice of pizza from the pie. Patton dropped excitedly into the free chair between Roman and Logan and eyed the pizza hungrily, probably trying to pick their first victim. Pizza. Whatever. Fish are friends, not food. It was loud in here. Virgil sat down and sipped his espresso and tried to shake all the sensory input from blasting his brain.
"Thank you for the lunch, Virgil," Logan said, sounding upbeat. He placed the pizza slice on a small plate next to his Italian side salad and tucked into the salad first.
"Anytime, Logan," Virgil smiled back.
"How much do I owe you Virge?" Patton asked, lifting up their large compartment wallet with a unicorn on it.
"You'll never owe me, Pat," Virgil said shook his head, holding up his hand.
"You've already got me a few times," Patton refuted him with a frown.
"Money's not a big deal to me. It's an enormous deal to you," Virgil said seriously. "It's fine, I promise," Virgil tried to give them a comforting smile.
"I don't like owing you," Patton pouted.
"Then, poof, you don't owe me!" Virgil exclaimed with a flourish. "Just enjoy some pizza. If it still bothers you we can discuss it later, okay?" Virgil conceded. Patton nodded suspiciously and took a slice to enjoy. Their face cheered back up after the first bite though. Logan turned to Virgil and smiled again with a nod before returning to his salad.
Virgil sipped his espresso as his friends all ate in silence for a moment. Either it was really good, or they were all really hungry. Roman was quite literally stuffing his face with a garlic knot at the moment, which Virgil laughed at. Roman rolled his eyes at Virgil and shoved him with his shoulder. He finished off the knot and smiled, looking to the others and puffing up his chest with pride.
"Oh, Pat, Logan. I asked out Virge yesterday," Roman said proudly as he reached for another slice of pizza.
"Aaah!" Patton shook their fists happily. "I knew you could do it, Ro!" Patton cheered and lifted their glass. Roman lifted his cup, and they clinked the cups together in celebration.
"I was under the impression you were already dating," Logan said with a little confusion in his voice. Virgil laughed airily while Roman looked confused.
"No, we weren't," Virgil clarified. "I'm sorry, I suppose I should have specified that I already had a boyfriend off-campus, not that I was already dating my roommate. He goes by Deceit. I'll make sure you meet the next time he visits," Virgil said with a chuckle, shaking his head with amusement and sipping his drink again while he leaned forward on his arms.
"Why did everybody think we were already dating?" Roman groaned. Virgil gently shoved Roman with his shoulder, and Roman shot him a look. Virgil just shrugged and smirked at him.
"You two just gave off that vibe!" Patton said cheerily, reaching for another slice.
"We insulted each other constantly," Roman objected, flipping his hand dismissively in the air before taking a bite of pizza.
"We still do, Princey," Virgil added and laughed again, leaning back in his chair.
"I suppose this is what is called a polycule?" Logan asked, taking his knife and fork to his pizza. Patton smiled.
"Uh, Pat, is this what's called a polycule?" Virgil asked Patton pointedly. Virgil had no clue.
"I think so, kiddo," Patton nodded. "Though, I don't know why you asked me?" Patton tilted their head in confusion.
"I'm a meme lord, not caught up on new vocab," Virgil responded and flipped out his palm. "It seemed like something you'd know. You called me gender-fluid before I really found a word for what I am," Virgil admitted with a little dismissive hand movement.
"Oh god, you're a meme lord? I should have known. You send one every 3 texts," Roman groaned. "We're divorced," Roman pouted facetiously and smirked as he went back to eating. Virgil laughed and enjoyed more espresso.
"So what's a polycule?" Virgil asked and reached out to rub Roman's shoulder affectionately.
"It's a relationship network of non-monogamous partners that looks similar to a molecule when illustrated," Logan clarified. Virgil smiled at him and leaned towards Logan.
"I guess you did some extracurricular research, then," Virgil commented with a knowing smirk.
"I prefer to be well-versed in all things I do," Logan said with a hint of pride.
"And it's very attractive," Virgil winked at Logan, who got a hint of pink as he ate. Virgil could feel Patton being flustered in a brief spike, and Roman looked up from his pizza in confusion.
'Is everything alright, Pat?' Virgil asked them mentally. Patton nodded quickly and went back to their pizza. Roman shot Virgil a glace, but Virgil just gave a small shrug in response. He'd have to ask Pat later. He hadn't had a chance yet to teach Pat how to use the clan telepathy. Logan looked at Roman and Virgil oddly for a moment, but returned to his pizza after a moment.
"So did you pull off the date you described to me?" Patton asked, sounding like they were trying to sound disaffected but there was a distinct interest breaking through.
"I most certainly did," Roman said proudly and smiled smugly.
"I thought this was barely a premeditated thing. You texted Patton about it?" Virgil asked with a raised eyebrow. Patton was incapacitated all Saturday, which meant Roman texted Patton while Virgil was out for the few hours with Logan.
"It's not like Patton didn't know I was considering it, and I wanted to talk to someone about it," Roman said defensively and took another slice of pizza with a slight pout on his face.
"I hope one of you will teach me how to ballroom dance," Patton said wistfully and leaned forward on their elbows, seeming to look at something in the distance.
"That could probably be arranged," Virgil offered. Patton looked very eager at the prospect. Virgil wasn't sure when Patton would have the time with their part-time job, but maybe Virgil could solve that if he could get Patton to be less weird about money.
"Which form of ballroom dancing are you referring to?" Logan asked curiously. "I can teach you to foxtrot," He added off-handedly.
"Oh, I didn't expect you and the foxtrot. We were talking about waltzing," Virgil clarified, leaning back on one arm while he held his drink in the other.
"There's more than one kind of ballroom dancing?" Patton asked curiously, leaning towards Logan.
"Yes, there are many forms of ballroom dance, as well as regional variants," Logan supplied.
"There's a story behind the foxtrot, right?" Roman asked. "You're not exactly Mr. Fun and sunshine," Roman made a face and motioned towards Logan with his free hand.
"Be nice," Virgil rolled his eyes and squeezed Roman's shoulder.
"No, Roman is not inaccurate. I am not 'Mr. Fun-and-Sunshine', which is a ridiculous surname. My fathers taught me when I was a child," Logan explained, and he looked surprisingly proud of that fact.
"That's so cute!" Patton cooed. "Little baby Logan doing the foxtrot," Patton said with a high voice and danced their fingers on the tabletop.
"I wonder if we could hunt down a flapper dress for that. I always think about the swaying tassels when I think of the foxtrot," Virgil said nostalgically and shook his fingers as if they were the tassels.
"Can you foxtrot as well, Virgil?" Logan asked inquisitively, turning slightly towards Virgil.
"Not really, I just used to watch it," Virgil replied dismissively. He used to play in a band that did the music for it, anyway. "I only know both kinds of waltz and the paso doble," Virgil provided.
"Double pace?" Roman asked in confusion, raising his eyebrow and lowering his pizza slice.
"It's a type of dance where you mimic traditional Spanish bullfighting," Logan explained quickly. "I apologize, Virgil, but that is possibly more surprising than my knowledge of the foxtrot," Logan said, sounding very puzzled.
"Would it help if I told you I usually dance the cape?" Virgil offered meekly with a light shrug.
"No, that does not alleviate any bafflement. It's an uncommon dance that's mostly competitive," Logan said, looking to Virgil in confusion.
"Oh, Patton, we have to look this up," Roman said, whipping out his smartphone. Patton scooted their chair over next to Roman and looked at his phone screen. It sounded like they pulled up a video of the dance and Virgil buried his face in his hands. That's what he gets for being so forthcoming. Stupid tiny computers in everybody's pockets making it so they could look up every dumb thing he said. He used to dance it with Deceit. While drunk at parties in France.
'It was popular and was very drunk, okay!' Virgil shot mentally to his two Brood, but they just broke out laughing at him as he glared at them sourly.
"You danced this with Deceit, right? I want to see! Do you still have the dress? Can I try on the dress!?" Patton's words rushed together in excitement as they barraged Virgil with questions.
"No, I don't still have the dress," Virgil groaned and squeezed his knees under the table in frustration, fighting the urge to bash his head against the table.
"I can visualize Deceit dancing this very easily. I'm guessing it was his idea?" Roman asked, smirking at Virgil very knowingly. Knowing he was making Virgil even more embarrassed, anyway.
"If it involved parties, it was probably Deceit's idea," Virgil grumbled and rubbed his face.
"What a bizarre hobby for teenagers," Logan mumbled. Roman barked in laughter, and Patton giggled. Virgil buried his face in his hands. If Deceit could feel this, he better know that it was his fucking fault.
"It takes two to paso doble, Virgil," Roman said mockingly, Roman and Patton's cheeks both tinted little pink with embarrassment and fidgeting slightly. Virgil groaned again as he peaked out between his fingers.
"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed, Virge! It's such a passionate dance!" Patton consoled Virgil cheerily and shifted back in front of their plate for a garlic knot.
"Yes, and it requires skill. It may be an odd pastime for American teenagers, but it is not one without merit," Logan added. Virgil sighed in relief and reached for Logan's hand under the table to give it a brief squeeze of thanks. Roman rolled his eyes and returned to his pizza as well. There was another pause that let Virgil breathe through the rest of his embarrassment before conversation started again.
"Do you want to go do some sketch homework together tonight, Virge? I think It'd be fun to go sketch that swirly sculpture in front of the library," Patton asked.
"Yeah, it would be interesting to draw," Virgil nodded, remembering that weird sculpture and all the curves.
"Nerds," Roman scoffed affectionately. Virgil rolled his eyes at Roman and pushed him slightly as Roman was glancing down at his phone. "Don't you have to get to class soon, Pat?" Roman asked.
"Oh, shoot, I do! Don't eat all the leftovers without me, Ro," Patton said, quickly trying to shove the rest of their slice in their mouth.
"It was one time," Roman drawled and Virgil chuckled at him. Patton quickly wiped their hands off on their napkin with their mouth full of the rest of their slice. They skipped around the table to hug Roman and Virgil goodbye. "I'll walk you back, Pat. Get us a box, Virge," Roman said and wiped off his hands.
"Very chivalrous, thank you," Virgil smiled at Roman.
"I am a Prince, after all," Roman said with a brief pose and leaned down to kiss Virgil on the cheek quickly before following Patton out of the restaurant.
"Would you like to study together while we wait for the lecture to start?" Logan offered a little shyly, shifting a bit in his seat. He was so cute.
"That sounds amazing, Logan. I'll just have to swing by my dorm for my laptop," Virgil said and smiled at Logan, happy to spend more time with him. "Let me go hunt down that box and we can head out," Logan nodded with a brief smile, and Virgil got up to head to the counter for a pizza box to combine the pies and remaining knots in. The person at the counter handed one over quickly without him even asking for one. It must be pretty common here. Virgil returned to the table and leaned forward towards Logan and paused. Logan nodded and Virgil planted a kiss on Logan's temple and started loading up the pizza. "I don't suppose there will be any kissing in this study session?" Virgil asked smoothly and lifted his eyebrow. Logan turned red for a moment and his heart rate jumped and Virgil couldn't help but grin at this nerd.
"With the subject material I don't believe it will be much of a distraction," Logan said quietly and nodded. "Are you sure?" He asked meekly.
"You are wonderful at kissing and your ex was a jerk," Virgil said gently and loaded up the pizza. "Come on, let's make review material interesting. I'll kiss you every time you get a practice calculus question right," Virgil winked.
"Virgil, then we'll be kissing more than studying," Logan smirked playfully, looking proud of himself.
"We'll find a balance. There's probably an equation for that. Balance time remaining with time kissing and time studying. That's basic algebra, you can do it in your head," Virgil smirked and closed up the box, holding out his hand for Logan who was wiping his hand on his napkin.
"2 to 1?" Logan asked, sounding very interested.
"I'm fine with any ratio," Virgil shrugged and Logan took his hand to stand. Logan started walking out, looking up and counting with his fingers.
"Yes, I think we can find an optimal balance with the remaining time," Logan said as he continued to count in his head. "But the equation may need adjusting after we begin studying," Logan said cautiously.
"All the most enjoyable kinds of math do," Virgil grinned impishly at Logan who had a fascinated smile as they headed out and back to the dorms.