The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Six-The Normal

TW: Feeling guilty, slight initialized homophobia, sadness, sad Pat, Logan is a smart boi, mentions of Love Languages. I'm trying to write shorter chapters, so these next few won't really be 3000 words.

Patton woke up in the bed at the hotel, the other three around him. For a moment, his heart stopped, as he thought the night before had been a wonderful wonderful dream, but then he saw the fancy outfits that had been thrown to the ground without a second thought by Roman and Virgil, the first of whom demanded cuddles, and the latter so tired that he looked like he would fall asleep standing up. Logan had, of course, folded the outfits carefully on the desk. They were lucky they had made it into more comfortable clothes before collapsing into bed in a mess of grateful mumbles and smiles.

Patton carefully detached himself from the cuddle puddle they had made in the bed and watched as the other three shifted in their sleep, before settling back into dreaming once more. Patton smiled softly before going to the bathroom and closing the door, deciding to take a bath before the other three woke up.

He tried to be as quiet as he could in getting the water, hoping not to wake the others. He let himself to slip inside once the tub was full of warm water and bubbles, and allowed his mind to wander. He expected to replay the events of last night over and over in his head, and for a few moments, he did, replaying his first kiss.

He doubted the others had realized how monumental that had been, how easy, and how wonderful that quick moment was. He loved the fact that it was quick, that it was a moment that he and Logan had shared. He wondered if that was going to be how kissing Roman and Virgil would be like. 

Then his brain took a turn into something that made his stomach churn. What would his father think? He was here, kissing boys, going to fight a witch. That realization was like a punch to the gut. The paradise of last night had completely wiped his mind of the real reason they were on this journey. The witch. The witch was the reason they were here. The reason that Patton fell in love with his friends. The reason that he wanted to fix his relationship with his father.

But his father would never approve. Especially not for multiple boyfriends.

Patton had, once, years ago, tried to talk to his father about his feelings towards boys. His father hadn't been mean and hadn't made Patton feel unheard, but there was something about it that made Patton think his father didn't think it mattered. Patton would always have been at home, locked away, kept from anyone else who could hurt him. That included boys or potential boyfriends. He swallowed thickly.

He was being unreasonable, he decided as he leaned back, pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes. The high of last night was bound to leave the low of the morning. He couldn't help how guilty he felt, though. He should have been smart enough to at least leave a note. His father would worry. He would worry, and Patton would never be able to leave the house again.

He would never be able to see his boyfriends again.

He was thankful for the water that surrounded him because he couldn't tell if he was crying or not. He hoped that it wouldn't show when the others saw him. He took a few deep breaths. He just had to get through today. Just one day at a time. He could do this! 

Right?

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When Patton left the bathroom, the other three were awake, Logan sitting on the bed, fully dressed and Virgil packing his things in the bag he brought. Patton could hear soft singing from the other bathroom, supposedly Roman. Logan looked up with a smile.

"Good morning, Patton. Did you sleep well?" Patton nodded.

"Yeah! Last night was great, Logan. Thank you for taking us!" Patton went over to the desk, finishing up his own clothing he had used over the past few days. It was nice to have something clean to wear. "How did you sleep?"