When Virgil saw the flash of light, he reacted before he could think and whipped Remy out of the way with all of his strength, taking a fireball right to the chest and then tumbled into the pool to put out the fire caught on his shirt. He splashed into the water and the small flame got extinguished by the pool right away. Virgil's disdain with the situation did not. He didn't bother coming back up out of the water. Virgil sat on the bottom of the pool and rubbed his face in annoyance instead. This day may as well go this way.
'Shit, Virgil, I'm so sorry!' Roman thought at him loud enough that Virgil flinched underwater. He looked up briefly but didn't see anyone through the waves whipping about on the surface.
'I'm fine,' Virgil thought back to Roman and glanced down to survey the damage. There was a large burn mark over the right side of his chest and a singed hole in the shirt. 'Shirt's not. But that's okay,' He thought curtly and just tried to calm down the fight in him. If Remy wanted to get fangy, then they should stop fighting. Hopefully, they fought enough for another two hours of a movie, anyway. But still… Virgil came up out of the water and glared at Remy, who leaned back next to the pool with a nip now, passing down the little thing of vodka. Virgil shook his head and held up his hand to decline the offering.
"You fucking knew, didn't you," Virgil narrowed his eyes at Remy as he gripped the side of the pool.
"It was the fastest way for him to figure out how to use them. There's a future where he sets a fire in your dorm room while you're making out. You should thank me," Remy said smugly and twisted the top off of the tiny vodka. Remy downed it in a single gulp and returned the cap.
"You damned bastard," Virgil hissed and glowered at him. Remy just kept that insufferable smile and tossed the bottle behind him to land in the recycling bin against the wall. It clattered loudly into the empty basket while Virgil glared at the son of a bitch.
"Thanks for the save, by the way, I like this jacket," Remy looked down at the hole in Virgil's shirt and wiggled his open jacket with his hand. He got up from the poolside with his face still plastered with that shit-eating grin and headed towards the door.
"Yeah, yeah," Virgil rolled his eyes and sank slowly back underwater. He wasn't having this. He needed a break from the bullshit. Virgil sat cross-legged on the floor of the pool and crossed his arms as he hunched over bitterly. They were having a lovely fight, damnit. Then he has to go and get set on fire. Again. Why has this happened multiple times in his life? It makes little sense, statistically. Was Virgil the spiders georg of getting set on fire? Okay, maybe not. But it was still madness, and Virgil wanted to clock Remy right in his stupid face.
'Darling, don't be such a drama queen,' Deceit thought to him. Virgil could make out Deceit standing next to the pool through the shifting water surface above him as he pouted at the bottom of the pool.
'I can be the exact amount of drama queen I want to be,' Virgil thought back bitterly and flipped him off. Deceit held out his cane and dropped the bottom tip just below the surface. Virgil exhaled with a dramatic wad of bubbles from his nose and reached out and swam up to grab it. Deceit yanked his cane up quickly and sent Virgil flying. He landed with a wet slap of water on the patio and scowled at the entire world with his arms still crossed. Deceit came up and gave him a peck on the cheek, careful not to get his suit wet. Virgil fought the urge to give him a big sopping hug out of misplaced spite.
"Thank you, love," Deceit smiled and went back inside to open up the windows. But possibly to clear away in the event Virgil changed his mind about moist hugs, too. It could be two things. Virgil shook off and Roman came up to him, also keeping his distance from the water as Virgil tried to squeeze out his hair.
"Roman, get me your pyjama pants," Virgil huffed to Roman, who paced around the patio madly.
"I'm sorry, Virge," Roman said emphatically, shrinking into himself and putting the hands he was wringing into his pockets.
"It's fine, Ro. I'm glad we don't burn down the dorm kissing. It's just hard to switch back to not-murder if I get too into it," Virgil sighed theatrically and headed over to a closet outside, hoping it had towels. His hair was still excessively wet and would probably need multiple towels.
"We would have burnt down the dorm?" Roman asked incredulously, almost impressed with himself. Virgil just shrugged and opened the closet door. He trusted Remy knew what he was doing, as much as it irked him. Remy knew D could out him as a liar right away so there was no point trying to pull one over on them. Remy was old enough to know that. Unless Remy was aiming to make an enemy out of Virgil, but Deceit would have outed that, too. The only sensible rationalization is that Remy was helping in the most annoying manner possible. Which seemed to fit his modus operandi. The patio closet had a machine with heated towels in it, which was bougie as fuck. That was at least nice.
Virgil pulled one out and dropped his shirt and pants in a wet heap behind the open closet door, which gave him a measure of privacy from the giant windows. Roman ran off inside quickly with a bright red face. Virgil rolled his eyes and snickered. He started drying off with the toasty towels. Roman returned while Virgil was trying to dry his hair. Roman held out a pair of joggers around the door. Virgil could feel that Roman was still excessively embarrassed. He chuckled again and slipped on the pants, and Roman scampered off as soon as Virgil took the pants. Virgil threw the towel he was using on one of the patio chairs and grabbed a new one to continue to dry his hair with. He squeezed the water out of his clothes on the ground to take inside after chucking a second towel at the other. He got a final one to wrap his hair up in. The braids really held water.
They headed back inside, and they had already started the third movie. Patton looked a little distressed when he saw the burn mark and scars on Virgil's chest, then even more distressed about Virgil's hair. Their priorities were fantastic. Virgil was tempted to give a sarcastic golf clap for accolades, but that was probably mean spirited.
'You said you wouldn't get hurt! Is that what that feeling was? And what happened to your hair?' Patton thought at them in a swift ramble of thoughts and a desperate expression.
'Well, I didn't expect Roman to launch a fireball at me. Remy was finagling with the futures,' Virgil explained with a small shrug. 'I'll be fine after some blood and time to heal, don't worry about it. I've got way worse scars,' Virgil considered putting back on his jacket, but he had a massive pile of sopping wet hair that would soak it if he tried. He veered into the bathroom for the towel rack.
'Roman! That was you?' Patton's thoughts were so loud they basically screamed in Virgil's head. Roman flinched and his face dropped further as Virgil turned in to hang his clothes.
'I didn't mean to!' Roman held up his hands and shook them in a panicked rejection of blame. Virgil came back out to the living room to join them in watching TV.
'Pat, be nice, if anything it's Remy's fault for riling up Roman,' Virgil chided Patton. He rolled his eyes and went over to the couch to sit down next to Deceit. It really wasn't a big deal, it was just a burn.
Virgil pulled Deceit in closer to him, who was still sans-suit jacket, and enjoyed the feeling of his beautiful boyfriend on his side once more. Deceit looked a little sourly at the scar on the left side of Virgil's chest, and wary of Virgil's wet hair wadded up in a towel, but was happy enough with the couch cuddles. Roman tentatively joined Virgil on the other side, but Virgil just pulled him in, too. No point in being weird about it. Technically, it was Remy's fault, and it wasn't even a big deal. Roman continued to twitch and had a dour expression, though. Patton was probably lecturing him. Deceit also looked more annoyed than usual, which was another sign. That probably meant he should intervene.
'Pat, you're not being mean about an accident over there, are you?' Virgil asked Patton mentally, turning slightly to raise an eyebrow at them.
'I-uh-He hurt you!' Patton thought back, looking sheepish.
'He didn't know how to use them yet. He didn't know it would happen. So he did nothing wrong, okay? I'll be fine. Just enjoy hot tub time with Logan,' Virgil shook his head and looked over to Patton imploringly.
'Fine, okay,' Patton huffed and sank into the hot tub a little. Virgil ruffled Roman's hair and shot him a reassuring smile before looking back to the TV. It was already living up to its promise of being a murder-fest and not that far into the movie, so that was lovely. Virgil settled in with Deceit and Roman on the couch and enjoyed the movie. Talyn looked so excited when a guy got beheaded that he thought they might jump out of the recliner. Their hair was still violently tousled from their fight with Deceit, which was a cute look. Virgil was sad he didn't get to see any of the fight. Talyn's love of violence and Deceit's cool and calculated fighting style would be appealing to watch.
Thomas had to take a snack break when he started getting thirsty from shirtless Logan, and Emile was now giggling at murder along with Joan, which was probably one of the stranger things he'd seen in his life. A guy who looks like the physical incarnation of a teddy bear in a cardigan and sweater vest giggling at a person on the screen getting eviscerated. Deceit looked over and examined Emile for a moment, once again collapsed on top of Remy, and nodded in agreement. Remy looked particularly satisfied, though. He could have dropped his shield to feel Emile being blissed the hell out. Virgil couldn't imagine having the capacity to drop his shield around another clan, even if things were easier to deal with in here. They probably should have opened the windows a while ago, it helped the smell not be so overwhelming.
Logan and Patton got out of the hot tub halfway through the film, and Patton just stayed in their room. Probably avoiding the murder-fest. They had been avoiding watching and listening to it in the hot tub. After Logan came back out, smelling like he had freshly showered, he knocked on Patton's door and had joined them in their bedroom. Perhaps he didn't see the merit in watching the last half of a movie he had missed the first part of either. Roman was passing out, curled up under a blanket with his head on Virgil's lap despite the murder scene, so the fireball must have taken a lot out of him. He had fallen asleep before the end of the show, which Deceit seemed to think was cute. When the movie finished, both Joan and Talyn looked really hyped. They had gathered their things pretty quickly with a sort of manic energy. Joan even threw the DVD at Talyn to put in the case, which seemed unnecessary, but it was cool to watch.
"I had a nice fight, babe," Remy said in a low voice, leaning over Virgil where he sat to talk right in Virgil's face. He looked pleased instead of holier-than-thou, which was a delightful change.
"Me too. Punch you later before we go dancing?" Virgil asked quietly, staying under Roman on the couch as he looked up at Remy.
"Definitely. We'll have to go all out someday to see who would win," Remy smirked and punched into his palm, grinding his fist in.
"My clan would kill me before we could even consider it. We might get away with claws, though," Virgil whispered back and flashed his fangs with a toothy grin. Deceit huffed next to them, looking annoyed.
"Are you going to turn any of these little cupcakes?" Remy asked curiously, pointing at Roman sleeping in Virgil's lap.
"If they want me to. But not during the semester. As funny as newborns in a lecture hall would be. They seem fine with being superhuman right now," Virgil chuckled darkly, petting Roman's hair gently.
"Oh, that sounds like a fucking nightmare. All that fresh blood with the new instincts? Ugh," Remy groaned quietly with a sour look. "Thomathy over there had a really rough time," Remy pointed over his shoulder with his thumb to Thomas and an expression Virgil couldn't parse.
"Let's not," Thomas hissed at them, glaring at Remy.
"We won't," Remy rolled his eyes, standing up straight and slipping his hands into his leather jacket pocket.
"Thanks for movie night, though, it was fun to hang out with other vampires in a swanky hotel room," Thomas smiled, the anger all dropped from his face to something much more satisfied.
"Oh, with extra entertainment from your weird-ass brood? I'd do it again," Joan chuckled quietly, motioning with their head to the bedroom Patton and Logan were in.
"I'd be happy to do this again. I think I can get an actual theater room if I look harder," Virgil offered dismissively. Hopefully, if they did it again, they could figure out something better for Remy and Virgil to settle their instincts with.
"That would be cool," Thomas beamed, looking excited at the prospect. "We'll set up a time and stuff later," He suggested, looking at Joan and Talyn who nodded back at him.
"You're not attempting to plot my downfall from that hit earlier, are you?" Talyn asked firmly, a little out of nowhere. They appeared right next to Remy and got up in Virgil's face.
"… No? I just blocked on instinct. I had kind of already forgotten about it. I did kind of save your alpha from a fireball to the face, so there's obviously no ill will," Virgil raised his eyebrow. This was bizarre.
"Good, killing alphas is annoying," Talyn narrowed their eyes. Virgil narrowed them right back at Talyn suspiciously. Virgil and Talyn laughed together after a fake-tense pause. Deceit just rolled his eyes with a small sigh. "I'll find some movies directed by vampires. The murder madness was cool and all, but I liked the Mystery of the Marquis the most," Talyn said thoughtfully.
"That would be delightful," Deceit replied airily. "See you next time," He waved lazily to them.
"Yeah, I'll see you two at practice," Thomas waved as he turned away.
"I'll see you on the moon!" Emile stage whispered, still clearly loopy.
"Thanks for saving our dorm room. Get that airhead home before he hurts himself," Virgil chuckled. "See ya," Virgil nodded to them. Remy smiled knowingly and stuck out his tongue. Virgil did not understand what that was communicating, but the future was probably a weird place. Thomas grinned at them, Joan nodded, Talyn just smiled, and Remy was already dragging Emile off. They all headed out the patio after some quiet goodbyes. Remy grabbed Emile and Thomas again and jumped away, and Joan and Talyn jumped off the roof in a different direction.
"Shall we get this brick into his bed?" Deceit asked quietly, pointing to Roman. Virgil nodded and slowly moved to lift Roman off the couch. He carried Roman while Deceit opened the door to the bedroom he was in earlier and pulled back the covers for him. Virgil tucked Roman in and pressed a tender kiss in Roman's hair after making sure Roman's phone was plugged in.
"How about you come with me, love? I have some pool water to wash out of my hair," Virgil whispered softly into Deceit's ear. Deceit grinned salaciously and grabbed Virgil's hand as they left Roman's room.
"I thought you'd never ask," Deceit replied as he whipped off the towel in Virgil's hair. He pulled Virgil into an unoccupied room by Deceit with a delighted grin.
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Virgil had to send out the hotel concierge for new clothes in the morning. It probably wasn't the strangest request the concierge might have gotten, but certainly paints a picture. Virgil's clothes were still damp, and they smelled terrible despite leaving them to dry in the bathroom. He'd rather wear something that smelled of the factory instead of mildewy pool chemicals. His shoes in particular smelled awful. They weren't ruined and just needed a run through the wash, at least. There was a dry cleaning bag in the bedroom closet he could take his clothes home in. He at least could wear his jacket still. Nothing but a leather jacket and a pair of joggers was perhaps a weird look.
He let Deceit pick the clothes since Virgil wasn't exactly the most brand-savvy and the concierge needed to know specifics to pick up something. Virgil had no idea how Deceit knew his exact measurements, but it was presumably better not to dwell on. It was a blessing since Virgil didn't have to figure all this stuff out himself. There was no way he wasn't coming out gussied up in some way, though. Deceit could dress down, but he'd never skipped a chance to dress Virgil up.
Roman, Patton, and Logan were all still sleeping at eight AM, but Virgil figured it would take the kitchen an hour anyway and placed an order for things he knew his friends would like to eat. Some fruit, toast, a hearty meal for Roman, comforting food for Patton, light on the stomach for Logan, and some juice. And of course, some coffee that was better than the piece of shit machine in the room could make. The beans smelled fine, but the coffee itself came out of the machine smelling like an abomination of man. Virgil dumped the whole pot and tossed the grounds in the planter outside.
Deceit and Virgil reclined on a chaise lounge in the living room together, both on their phones. Virgil happily nestled into Deceit's chest. Deceit periodically rubbed Virgil's back while he worked on his phone. It surprised Virgil to see Logan come out of Patton's room in his pyjamas and head into the one he claimed yesterday evening. Considering this was the one night they didn't have to share a room, it seemed a little unlike Logan to not take advantage of the space. But it was very like Patton to not want to sleep alone. Maybe they just feel asleep while talking, though. They didn't come back out even after all the other vampires left and the 'heebie-jeebies' should have ended for all the humans.
There was a knock at the door, which was either the concierge or room service, so Virgil got up to go answer it. The person who came to deliver it seemed shocked by Virgil's scars for a moment and dropped their eyes. He should have closed up his jacket, but hindsight is 20/20.
"Here are the things you requested, sir," The said and quickly bowed before heading back down the hall. Virgil rolled his eyes when he looked in the bag.
"Seriously, D?" Virgil asked incredulously as he looked at the showy mess in the sack.
"They'll all fit, I assure you. I only know high-end brands, love," Deceit smirked and leaned to face him, his face on his fist and looking incredibly pleased with himself.
"I don't need all this," Virgil groaned, shaking the bag at Deceit. "Do I have to put it all on?" He asked tiredly. Either the shoes were huge or there was a lot in the pack.
"I know what you like, you'll adore it," Deceit said confidently. Well, now Virgil was interested. Deceit hummed happily when he saw Virgil's face shift from annoyance to curiosity.
Virgil headed back into the bedroom he and Deceit shared last night to don whatever frou-frou nonsense D wanted to see him in. He did at least like the boots at the bottom of the bag. It had been a while since Virgil had worn dress pants and a button-down. He really did appreciate the corset, too, Deceit had him pinned on that. It all fit perfectly, and he looked put-together enough to be at a wedding or something. Virgil rolled up the sleeves on the dress shirt and adjusted the metallic purple tie to be a little looser before heading back out.
"Lovely, darling," Deceit cooed, sitting up and watching Virgil as he came out of the bedroom.
"I admit I like it," Virgil huffed. "But I don't understand how you pulled this off over the phone," Virgil motioned to the outfit with both hands and an arched eyebrow at Deceit.
"Fashion is just one of my many skills. Show me the back," Deceit spun his finger around and Virgil raised his arms and complied. "Perfect. It's nice to mix up your wardrobe sometimes, right?" He said airily and curled his finger for Virgil to come closer as Virgil faced the front again.
"Whatever," Virgil rolled his eyes and headed over to Deceit. It was, really. It was annoying to have such a small space for clothes storage in the dorms. "Oh, g'morning Logan. I already ordered breakfast," Virgil paused when his eyes landed on Logan coming out of the bedroom. Logan was bright red and immediately retreated into his bedroom again. He dressed in jeans and a soft-looking tee under an open button-down today, instead of his usual polo.
"I'm that good," Deceit smiled smugly and golf clapped for himself. Virgil laughed and came back to lie with Deceit on the chaise lounge.
"Was your goal gay panic?" Virgil laid back on Deceit's arm, and Virgil slid his arm under Deceit's back to cuddle him lazily.
"Yes, the gay agenda was achieved today. Give yourself some winged liner and let's see if we can make Roman's face match his hair," Deceit suggested teasingly with a very self-satisfied smile. Virgil chuckled and shook his head, but he pulled up his phone and changed his makeup, anyway. It was nice that they'd seen each other often lately, and Deceit was still his usual bossy self, and seeing Deceit happy always made Virgil want to spoil Deceit further. He slipped his phone back into the pants pocket. "Did you order a lot of food for Roman? I'd love to have a bite before I leave," He asked after a tranquil moment of nestling close to each other.
"Yeah. Roman loves big breakfasts either way. He burns lots of calories being extra, I suppose," Virgil mused humorously, rubbing a small circle on Deceit's back.
"That I do!" Roman said brightly and walked out into the living room, dressed and looking well-rested. He froze and swallowed when he turned towards Virgil and Deceit. He didn't turn quite as red as his hair, but the pink was fetching, regardless. Deceit made a pleased humming sound and smiled.
"We achieved the gay agenda once more. Come, lay down with us, dear," Deceit waved his hand and Roman blushed a little harder, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"You…" Roman trailed off and rubbed his arm, staring at Virgil.
"I did. Just for fun. I should thank you for the chance to dress him up," Deceit purred happily, reaching over to adjust Virgil's tie.
"If Remy knew this was a result, then I think I might have to thank him again," Virgil chuckled through his nose. "Come on, dingus, get over here already," He motioned with his free hand, scooting to make space for Roman.
"I look so frumpy next to you two!" Roman objected, tugging at the fitted raglan top with the star designs on it he was wearing.
"You look fine, Ro. The shirt fits really well," Virgil said in a low voice. "Come on already, don't make us beg," Virgil pouted at Roman. Roman tossed his arms and groaned dramatically, but complied and came and laid down between them on the chaise lounge. They both slid a little to the side to fit him and took up the whole chair now. Roman looked immensely pleased at the double-shieldless cuddles. Virgil was feeling particularly satisfied himself, and it was an enjoyable feedback loop for once. Roman and Deceit together was a distinct feel than Deceit alone, but it was just as amazing. If he had blood pumping, it was singing in his veins and he felt so alive.
"I thought specs would be awake already," Roman said, looking around the room. "Doesn't he wake up at like six AM or something? It's almost nine," He looked back to Virgil with a confused expression.
"I was surprised you woke up early," Virgil mused and smiled playfully to Roman. "You normally sleep like the dead-adjacent," Deceit chuckled and flicked Virgil in the arm for the poor joke.
"My gay senses must have been tingling," Roman joked mirthfully, grinning to Virgil and ran a finger along the boning of Virgil's corset appreciatively.
"He's awake, by the way, just trying to compose himself," Deceit said genially, still looking kind of smug.
Patton came out of their room a few quiet and comfortable minutes later, yawning and running their hand through their hair while they stretched out. They were dressed in a bright top and a jean skirt and sleepily laid across the three's laps on the chaise. They looked like they were barely awake still, with tired eyes and puffy cheeks.
"Mornin'," Patton smiled sleepily and closed their eyes.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Virgil squeezed their hand briefly.
"Good morrow, Pat," Roman nearly glowed with happiness and shifted to make Patton more comfortable on their laps.
"Good evening," Deceit cooed jokingly, and Patton giggled. Their laugh was cut off by another yawn and they stretched their arms and back once more, still not getting up.
"What're we up to today? Anything fun?" Patton asked, nestling up and reaching out blindly for Virgil's hand again. Virgil took it and they sighed happily.
"Whatever sounds good and doesn't involve sunlight," Virgil shrugged and dropped his head on to Roman's shoulder. There was another knock at the door and Virgil frowned at the idea of getting up. After a moment of annoyed hesitation, he gave in and tapped Patton's thigh to get up off of Virgil.
"Hey," Patton objected with a small pout, but tittered when Virgil pushed at Patton again. They let Virgil get up off the chaise lounge and stole the free spot as soon as Virgil was clear. He rolled his eyes at them, but they only grinned back cheerily. Virgil let in the waiter, who moved in a cart next to the table and bowed before exiting quietly.
"Food for humans," Virgil called to Patton and Roman.
"And coffee for vampires?" Roman asked teasingly, pulling Deceit into a hug before shifting to get up.
"Who do you take me for?" Virgil shrugged sarcastically and walked over to Logan's room and knocked out a short staccato beat on the door. "Hey love, breakfast is here if you want to come out," Virgil informed him through the door.
"I- Thank you, Virgil. I apologize," Logan cleared his throat.
"For what?" Virgil chuckled. Logan opened the door and looked a little sad. "What's wrong?" Virgil asked with concern and stepped in, holding out his arms. Logan shook his head and Virgil dropped them. "Are you okay?" His face drooped, looking at Logan with worry.
"I was apologizing because I failed at open and honest communication," Logan said, fiddling with a bracelet on his left hand.
"I did too. It's all right," Virgil replied consolingly. He still felt bad for scaring them all yesterday.
"I kissed Patton last night. We are dating now, and I realized after the fact that I should have talked to you about it first," Logan told him dourly, staring at the floor.
"Oh, love, it's fine. I've known that Patton's had a crush on you for a while now," Virgil said softly, holding out his hand again. Logan took it tentatively, and Virgil brushed his thumb across it a few times. "Did you both sleep in because you were up late kissing?" Virgil chuckled playfully.
"That is the likely culprit, yes. Patton was feeling brazen after the hot tub, I suppose, and… 'made a move' that I reciprocated," Logan admitted. "I didn't realize Patton was interested, but Patton was certainly clear… and then apologized for pushing my boundaries," Logan blushed as he stared at the floor, still.
"Patton stole a kiss?" Virgil gasped in surprise. "You're okay?" Virgil raised an eyebrow and asked with concern.
"It wasn't unwelcome, just sudden. Patton stopped themselves quickly," Logan said plainly, finally looking up to Virgil. "They apologized so much I had to kiss them to get them to stop," Logan smirked, looking proud of himself and relaxing his stiff posture a bit.
"Aw, payback is a kiss," Virgil purred teasingly. Logan stepped closer, and Virgil hesitated before wrapping an arm around him. Logan stepped in and Virgil held him close. "I appreciate the apology and all, but I'm fine with it. Vampires tend to care more about emotional connections. As long as you don't stop liking me suddenly I'll be fine. I've been around to long to not care about a stolen kiss. I know it's important, though, that's why I told you about the other people I was interested in. I'm just not hurt by you kissing them," Virgil held Logan close and pressed a kiss to Logan's temple.
"I find it odd you haven't asked them out yet," Logan stated curiously. "I would not mind, personally," Logan reached up to return the hug and Virgil relaxed into it.
"It's up to them if they're interested in seeing me in a more romantic manner," Virgil shrugged. Logan just hummed, sounding displeased. "I thought the reaction earlier was about the way Deceit dressed me up this morning, not you being embarrassed that you got caught up kissing Patton," Virgil exhaled humorously, giving Logan a firm hug.
"The outfit contributed," Logan's cheeks turned pink again. "I got a bit worked up when I realized I might have hurt you and then…" He trailed off and his face dropped again.
"Yes, gay panic. It was very flattering," Virgil smirked and kissed Logan's cheek.
"It is a shame there isn't jewelry to go with the style," Logan muttered, pulling away to look at the outfit.
"I knew you had a thing for goths," Virgil snickered to himself for calling it a while back.
"A 'thing'? Oh, yes. I find the style alluring. I may have dabbled in the fashion myself," Logan pressed his face into Virgil's shoulder and sighed. He seemed relieved and played with the lacing on the back of the corset.
"I'd love to see it sometime," Virgil kissed his head and enjoyed the idea. "Come on, breakfast is going to get cold. I got a few things you might like. If you're free today, we could make some plans for this afternoon while you eat?" Virgil suggested hopefully. He knew everyone else was available and it would be incredible if Logan also could join them and they could spend the day together.
"I suppose I could rearrange my study schedule," Logan muttered, sounding interested as he slowly pulled off of Virgil's shoulder.
"No pressure, Logan. I respect your priorities," Virgil let go of Logan and took his hand instead.
"Thank you for understanding," Logan squeezed Virgil's hand, and they headed out of the bedroom to join the rest.
"Anything for you," Virgil smiled softly to Logan and gripped back.
"Virgil?" Logan paused and looked up to Virgil. Virgil hummed curiously and met Logan's eyes. He looked away quickly and rubbed his head with his free hand. "You may call me by nicknames other than terms of endearment," Logan told him quietly, but grinned brightly to Virgil.
"Ro's going to be so jealous," Virgil snickered and kissed Logan's knuckles before they returned to the table.
