Virgil had taken advantage of his scheduled day off to get his elbows into the task of tuning his piano. It was a job that had been waiting far too long.
After several hours of careful work, he finally slid the piano closed and put down his tools.
His back creaked as he straightened from what had obviously been a very hunched position and he stretched his arms out to loosen kinks and stiffness.
Gordon and Alan slammed into either side of him with an oomph. Virgil grunted with the impact as they wrapped their arms around him and rested their heads on his shoulders with matching sighs.
Virgil froze, wary of what might happen next. Though honestly, a hug from either of them was always something to cherish.
But both of them? At once?
Suspicious.
"Guys?" He tentatively let his arms drop around them. "What's going on?"
He felt Gordon grin against his shirt. "Oh, nothing much. We just felt like a tuner sandwich."
Alan snickered into his shirt on the other side.
Virgil groaned. "I knew there was something fishy."
Gordon snorted into his shirt, both brothers clinging to him like limpets.
So Virgil returned the favour. Well-practised heavy lifting muscles clamped down on his brothers.
"Virg?" Alan squawked.
"I feel like a tuner sandwich, too."
Ten minutes later, Scott wandered into the comms room to find Virgil sitting on the lounge watching a movie with a squirming brother under each arm.
Gordon whined. "Scott, save us!"
"From what?"
It was Alan's turn to whine. "From Virgil, he won't let us go!"
"Virgil?"
His brother grinned up at him. "It's a tuner sandwich."
Scott flicked a glance at the piano and then back at his brothers.
Without a word he turned around and retraced his steps.
"Scott, what are you doing? Help us!"
A snort. "I'll tune in later. Have fun."
Virgil's laughter followed him out of the room.
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