It's Just Business (COMPLETED)

Chapter 41

As soon as Virgil managed to get out the stage doors, Remy grabbed him from behind.

"Aah!"

"Bitch, why didn't you tell me you were this good at acting?!" Remy asked, messing with Virgil's hair. Virgil struggled away from his older brother.

"Remy, personal space."

Remy rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses but didn't make any more moves to try and hug-attack Virgil.

"So you came to see the play, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. Em insisted that we had to and-"

"And that's a blatant lie, Remy." Emile said, rolling his eyes at his husband. "What time did you want to leave the house, exactly? 4 pm?"

Virgil snorted with laughter before covering his mouth. "You're over-exaggerating, babes." Remy said.

"Mhm, sure. Anyway, we thought you were very good, Virgil."

Virgil smiled awkwardly. "Thanks."

"Good's an understatement. You know, that kiss you and Roman shared almost seemed real." Remy pushed his sunglasses down his nose and looked at Virgil knowingly.

"It's cause Princey was too much of a sissy to kiss me in rehearsals." Remy raised an eyebrow. "What, it's the truth! Don't go getting any ideas about me and Princey, we're not together again."

"Yet."

"Oh shut up. What happened to you wanting to kill Roman, anyway?"

Remy shrugged. "I'm married to a therapist, Virge. I'm pretty sure that's a decent enough answer."

Virgil sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix the mess Remy had made.

"Way-hey for you then." He said, dead-pan. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to my flat to celebrate a hopefully successful first night by going to sleep. Alone." He added as Remy opened his mouth to say something. Remy closed his mouth.

Virgil gave Remy and Emile a two-fingered salute. "See you."

Virgil closed and locked his door behind him before sliding down it to the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands.

"I'm such an idiot." He muttered to the empty flat. "Such an idiot."

He'd lied. He'd lied to Roman. And it had only been four words. Four words to break two hearts.

It doesn't mean anything.

Virgil sighed and leaned his head against the door, looking up at his ceiling. "Roman, I'm sorry." He whispered. "So, so damn sorry."

When he saw Roman tomorrow, Roman was probably going to try and pass everything off, as if nothing had happened after the show. But they would both know that something had happened. And what both of them had said couldn't be taken back, wounds Virgil had made couldn't be fixed. Not for a long time, at least.

And Roman would try and pretend that everything was fine. And Virgil would be too much of a coward to say anything about it and nothing would get resolved. Nothing would get fixed. And that would hurt them both, more than the other could imagine.

Virgil sighed and got up, off the floor. "I'm just going to get some sleep." He thought. "And I'll think about tomorrow when it comes around."

Really, Virgil knew he'd be up all night, thinking about everything he'd said and done and what he could've done instead. How he could've responded better to Roman letting slip he was still in love with Virgil.

Because Virgil was still desperately in love with Roman.

Alex, where would you put that on the Angst-O-Metre (the angst scale you made up with YNATFILWM being 10 and Hero Test being 1)? Cause I'd put this at a solid 9 or 9.2 because this actually made me slightly sad when writing this. But not much, I'm still giggling evilly to myself.
Bye,
Blaize