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Maybe if he didn’t participate, it would help, Remus thought. So he started rejecting Virgil’s advances. Virgil always looked disappointed but backed off.
Sometimes he disappeared to the neighbor’s.
Their parents left town for the weekend. Virgil didn’t go with them, but the night they left, he sort of disappeared.
He wasn’t at the neighbor’s when Remus checked. It was getting late and Remus was getting worried.
He called Virgil’s phone. Virgil answered, but there was so much background noise that Remus couldn’t make out what he was saying. Was he at a party?
Remus was able to get an address from him and so he went to find the place.
It was a party. A college party. Complete with frat boys and lots and lots of alcohol.
Remus slipped inside and started looking for Virgil, getting a bad feeling in his stomach. He started asking around, describing him to people. Someone directed him to a room.
He peeked into said room. A group of guys were surrounding a bed. He pushed his way to the front.
“He’s sixteen!” he snapped.
The man who had been on the bed with Virgil quickly got off the bed. The group started to awkwardly file out.
“Why’d you do that?” Virgil asked.
Remus could smell the alcohol on his breath. “What the fuck, Virgil?”
Virgil basically pouted and started to get dressed. He followed Remus out to the car, stumbling half the way.
“What the fuck, Virgil,” Remus repeated, quieter, when they’d gotten into the car.
“You won’t have sex with me anymore,” Virgil said, putting on his seatbelt.
“I was trying to help.”
“Well, it didn’t.” Virgil crossed his arms and turned away as much as he could while still buckled in his seat.
Remus gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment before loosening his grip. “I don’t want you hurt, Virgil,” he said.
They were both quiet on the drive home. Remus had to help Virgil get inside.
“You are so lucky it’s Saturday,” Remus said. “You’re going to have a hell of a headache later.”
Virgil muttered something as he curled up in his bed.
Remus started to leave, to grab a cup of water and some painkillers.
“Don’t go,” Virgil mumbled.
“I’ll be right back,” Remus promised. He left and shortly came back with the water and pills, setting them on the bedside table. When Virgil reached out for him, with his eyes closed, Remus quirked an eyebrow. “I thought you were mad at me?”
Virgil opened his eyes and frowned, looking defeated as he wrapped his own arms around himself.
Remus felt bad, so he crawled into the bed. “Scootch. No funny business.”
Virgil moved over. His fingers found Remus’s arm and lingered a moment, but then moved away. Virgil turned his head to rest on Remus’ shoulder and promptly fell asleep.
Remus sighed. He didn’t know what to do. He considered, for a moment, telling their parents to try to get help for Virgil, but that could easily backfire especially when it was him who started this whole thing. It was basically his own fault.
He glanced back down at Virgil and frowned. He was regretting ever approaching Roman at school.