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Patton was pulled from his thoughts by two quiet knocks on his door. He turned his head, staring at the still closed door, not making any attempt to move. He wondered if he had to get up to open the door or if he could just stay quiet and hopefully the person outside would think he wasn't in there.
The person knocked on his door a second time, and Patton reluctantly realized he had no choice but to answer, after all he did not want to be the reason for any worry.
"Patton?" Came Virgil's voice, and Patton sat up. He couldn't shut his boyfriend out, Virgil might need him. He ignored how heavy his steps were as he made his way up to his door, opening it to find his boyfriend there. With an internal sigh of relief he noted that Virgil seemed to be feeling well.
"Hi, cutie." Patton smiled at him, the most genuine smile he could manage, before he turned around and went back up to his bed, sitting down on it. The smile did not fool Virgil for even a second, that much Patton could tell from the worry that was becoming more prominent on his lovers face. He sat down next to Patton.
"Pat?" Virgil said quietly, and he placed a hand on Patton's shoulder carefully, maybe afraid that the touch wasn't wanted.
"Hm?" Patton didn't meet Virgil's eyes. He knew his boyfriend could always see right through him. Instead Patton focused on a loose thread on Virgil's hoodie, thinking that he should point that out to Virgil so that he could fix it.
"You know I'm here for you no matter what, right? Even if you're not your 'happy' self." Virgil said, doing air quotes around the word happy. Virgil always told him that no matter what mood he was in he was still himself, and that it wasn't healthy to keep insisting that the only valid part of him was the happy one.
He supposed Virgil was right about that.
Patton sighed, letting his smile fade and he leaned in and wrapped his arms around Virgil, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he burrowed his face in the crook of Virgil's neck. He always smelled faintly of lavender, Patton always wanted to ask where it came from.
"I know." The words were muffled, but he knew Virgil could hear him anyway, so it did not matter. "Old habits, I kind of forget that I shouldn't hide when I'm feeling ...bad."
"Anything I can do for you?" Virgil asked, his arms securely placed around Patton and holding him close, and Patton knew exactly what he wanted.
"Just stay here with me." Patton said, pulling back slightly from the embrace, enough for them to be face to face and their noses to brush. The physical contact made him feel a bit, just a little bit, better than previously. He at least knew he would always have Virgil on his side.
"Patton?" Virgil began, the tiniest of smiles on his face.
"Yes, my love?" Virgil flustered slightly at the pet name.
"Can I kiss you?" He then asked. Patton nodded, leaning in halfway and letting Virgil close the last bit of distance himself. The soft pressure of Virgil's lips against his was instantly improving his mood. He still wasn't feeling good, but he felt slightly lighter inside.
Being kissed by Virgil always left Patton with oodles of butterflies in his stomach. Virgil's kisses were always so soft, so gentle and careful as if he was afraid to do something wrong. Patton absolutely loved Virgil's kisses, and he loved Virgil, so insanely much and he didn't know what to do with himself.
Virgil pulled back, and Patton smiled his first genuine smile of the day. But Virgil frowned, and Patton wondered for a second if he'd done something wrong.
"Pat, are you okay?" Virgil asked, worry in his voice, and it was first then Patton realized he had tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Gosh. Yeah, I just- I love you a lot and I seem to be very emotional today, I don't know why I'm crying." Patton said, sniffling and letting out a shaky laugh. It was small and quiet, but genuine. Virgil's face broke out into a small smile, and Patton had to take a moment to admire him, because Virgil was always so pretty when he smiled. He told Virgil that and earned an embarrassed squeak from him and a quick shake of his head. Virgil then refused to meet his eyes for a solid two minutes, until Patton cupped his pink cheeks in his hands and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"I feel a bit better, thank you." Patton said a moment later, resting his forehead against Virgil's and letting his eyes shut, taking a second to relax. Then he let go of him, blinking away the last of the tears that had gathered in his eyes.
Virgil shuffled closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then another one, and another one. Patton almost started crying all over again when he realized Virgil was kissing his tears away.
He let Virgil pepper his face with kisses, and he couldn't help but to grin at the sheer adorableness that was his anxious boyfriend. Virgil yawned into his hand.
"You seem tired, V." Patton said, and saw Virgil avert his eyes in a slightly guilty way, and Patton knew what that meant.
"I might have, uh, stayed up a little too late last night." Virgil admitted. Patton saw no use in scolding him for that, Virgil already knew all that Patton had to say on that matter, so instead he simply patted the mattress they both sat on.
"Nap with me?" He asked instead. If they were both tired they could just as well cuddle and hopefully get some rest, try to sleep his depression away was always something Patton was up for trying.
Virgil didn't reply, he just flopped down next to Patton, throwing an arm around his waist, eyes already shut. Patton pressed a kiss to his forehead. Virgil let out a small hum and Patton laid there for a while simply observing Virgil.
The heavy exhaustion and dull feeling in his chest he had been feeling all day were now both much more easier to bare. He felt sleepy and loved, and he couldn't wish for a better boyfriend.
"Verge?" Patton mumbled, seeing Virgil open his eyes, blinking once before focusing his eyes on his face.
"Yeah?" Virgil said a moment later, already a sleepy tone in his voice.
"I love you." Patton whispered.
"I love you too, Pat." Virgil mumbled and cuddled closer to him, Patton could feel his hot breath against his throat. It only took a moment before they were both asleep, and they stayed that way until they woke up, still in each others arms, by Roman telling them dinner was ready.