A Million Worlds Apart

The Confession

Patton and Logan continued to keep in contact for several months after the night at the club, whether through the mirror, through the occasional letter, or through "dates" that were cleverly chaperoned by Janus and Remus. During that time, the two became very close---closer than either god had ever been with someone. And it came as a surprise to absolutely no one when both of them realized that they had fallen hard for the other.

But just because it was what their friends had been hoping for didn't mean that it was fun to deal with.

"He's so sweet," Logan mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow his head was buried in. "It shouldn't be possible for someone to be that perfect, Virgil. He's---"

"The most adorable and kind and funny and sassy and sunshine-and-rainbows being in existence, yes, I know, will you just ask him out already so I don't have to deal with this?" Virgil groaned.

Logan lifted his head. "Deal with what?"

Virgil rubbed his temples. "This. Your constant rambling about how amazing Patton is. It's a whole new level of irritating."

"Oh, like you didn't do the same thing with Roman."

"I did n---"

"'My non-life is hell,'" Logan said in a passible impression of Virgil. "'I'm in love with a gigantic idiot, and he's too hung-up on all of his dead boyfriends to even acknowledge me! Why did I have to fall for the one god who would never like me back?'" He smirked. "That's a direct quote."

It was impossible to actually tell whether or not Virgil was blushing, but his expression pretty much said all. "If you weren't the king of the Underworld and my boss, I'd tell you to go fuck yourself."

"If it wasn't unprofessional and invading of my employee's personal space, I'd tell you to go fuck your boyfriend."

Virgil tossed a pillow at Logan, who instantly dodged.

"Seriously, though, are you going to do anything about your crush?" Virgil asked.

Logan sighed. "I wish I could. Truly, I do. But... I can't."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"His mother, Virgil."

He winced. "Oooooooh, yeah."

"How can I confess to a god whose mother forbids him from dating?" Logan said, rubbing his forehead. "Maybe if I went to her, and told her my feelings for him---"

"Uh, hell no," Virgil cut in, sitting up. "If she thinks Roman is bad, then she's sure as hell not going to let the god of the dead be with her son. She'll toss you out and cut off any and all communications between the two of you before you can even finish your sentence."

"I was afraid of that." He bit his lip. "So... do I just suffer for eternity?"

"No, you tell Patton how you feel. He's the one you need to focus on winning over, not Demeter."

Logan blinked. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Virgil said. "You think I got the god of music as my boyfriend by asking Leto if I could date him? No, I asked the actual guy. Plus, Patton definitely likes you back."

"How do you know?"

"Because Roman says that Patton never stops talking about you and how pretty you are and how much he wants to kiss you."

Logan's face must have turned a brilliant shade of gold, because Virgil burst out laughing at it.

"Oh, gods, your face," he choked. "You have it bad."