Sanders Sides One Shots

I'm always free to run home

Summary: Patton is adorable and Virgil is gay. There's only so much adorableness his poor little gay heart can take.

Pairing: Moxiety

Warnings: food, anxiety, and kissing (it's a light peck though)

Happy birthday Patton!

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Virgil was sitting crossed legged on the couch, drumming his fingers and absolutely not thinking about Patton, who was sitting on the other side of the couch.

He was wearing his cat onesie, which contrasted with Virgil's uncomfortable jeans, and held a warm mug of tea in his hands.

Virgil felt so cold.

He wondered how it would feel to inch a little bit closer to his friend, rest his hand against Patton's arm for a short second- would it be warm? Soft? Calming? Virgil was pretty sure it'd be all three- and ask for a small taste of his beverage. He knew Patton would agree, too, but refuse to hand over any of his treasured, still warm cookies.

He wondered just how hot the tea would be.

Virgil's eyes gave him a clue, spotting a faint pinkish hue in Patton's hand as one of them left the mug for a brief moment in favor of pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. The anxious side's gaze lingered in it.

He wondered how soft the hair would feel under his fingertips, or in between his fingers if he ran a hand through it. Were they as soft as they appeared to be? Were there hidden curls waiting to be discovered by his exploring fingers? Did it smell like cotton candy? Virgil would like to know.

His gaze flickered a little down, and he was met by another wonderful sight he was physically unable of disliking. His eyes.

He would like to know the exact shade of brown Patton's eyes were. Were there specks of other colors? Were they as warm as the tea he held? Warmer perhaps? He didn't know, but one thing he knew for certain was that those dark coffee eyes had him even more addicted than the drink itself. They were so full of love, and affection, and appreciation, and understanding, and they showed so much trust. Virgil wouldn't be able to dislike them even if he actively tried.

He looked away. As previously stated, Virgil was not thinking about Patton. Not at all.

"Virgil?"

The alluded person, caught off guard, immediately turned to look at Patton with an expression of something that could only be described as panic on his face.

"Yes?"

Had he been caught staring? Had he unconsciously said some of his thoughts out loud? Was Patton mad at him? Did he ruin everything?

"Do you want a cookie?" Patton asked calmly, making all of Virgil's thoughts come to an abrupt halt.

And wow, something had to be wrong with the moral side. He never offered anyone his cookies.

Virgil inspected his expression with a feeling resembling concern. No dark bags under his eyes, a soft smile with no appearance of being fake, relaxed warm eyes that didn't hold any worry.

If Patton wasn't mad at Virgil, then what was wrong?

"A cookie?" his mouth asked- without his consent, mind you.

"A cookie," Patton confirmed, allowing a small chuckle to escape his lips.

Virgil wondered, then, if those lips tasted like tea, cookies, or something entirely different and unique.