Logan's head snapped up. "You what?"
Roman blinked, surprised he'd said it himself. "I love you."
A determined look crossed Logan's face and he shut his eyes, pressing the palms of his hands to his forehead. "Get out," he hissed softly. "Get out of my head." A second or two passed and Logan looked back up. "You want me to prove it?" he said, wild look in his eyes and laughing slightly, disbelieving.
"Who are you talking to?" Roman asked, slightly worried that his confession had just sent Logan over the edge.
"I just-" He sighed angrily before cupping Roman's face and kissing him.
He let out a squeak of surprise before finally letting it take over him, wind rushing past them.
It was like the sun shooting through the clouds on a moody day.
Like cotton candy on a summer evening.
Like a walk on the beach, with only the other for warmth.
Roman had no clue how badly he's needed this - needed Logan like this - until it had happened.
Finally they separated, Logan's voice and both of their clothes now returned to casual civilian outfits.
Roman cleared his throat. "We should, uh, probably go check on the others," he murmured.
Logan nodded. "Wonderful idea."
The two awkwardly went back down, only to find the hospital completely deserted. Roman frowned and the two went out the door, hopping over the fence a few feet away from the front entrance.
He read it quickly. "It's a memorial," he said softly. "For us."
Logan read it over his shoulder. "They know who I am?" he said softly.
"Only...Virgil knew that," Roman muttered.
The two began the short walk to Roman's apartment, silence falling.
They walked up the stairs, and Roman knocked. "Virge?"
Nothing.
Roman shrugged and grabbed the keys from his pocket, unlocking the door. It only went an inch or two. He realized the deadbolt was in place.
He sighed and stuck his fingers through, grumbling to himself. "I get that you're paranoid, but you and I are the only ones with keys here," he said to himself, managing to undo the deadbolt and swinging open the door. "Virgil?" he called.
"Get out of my house," someone called from the hall.
"it's just me, Virge," Roman said, turning to make sure he didn't damage the door or the wall with his breaking-and-entering shenanigans. "How's Remy?"
No answer.
Roman's eyes narrowed. "Virgil? You're starting to scare me," he said. "Look, the hospital is apparently a memorial for Logan and I now, and I really don't-" He caught a flash of purple from around the corner. He decided to just accept the fact that his friend was on-edge. "I'm coming closer, okay?"
"No. Get out," he demanded. "I have a knife, and I will call the police. You've got two seconds."
Roman rounded the corner, showing Virgil his palms. "It's just me," he repeated. "And Logan."
"Hello," he nodded.
Virgil stood there, a switchblade in his hand and a terrified look in his eyes. Upon seeing Roman, his eyes widened. "You're dead," he said.
Roman looked down at himself. "I'm not, actually," he said, looking at Logan who confirmed his statement. "Should I be?" Do you-"
"You died last year," he said, and Roman nodded as his friend started to cry. "You're gone."
"It's actually me, Virgil," he insisted gently. "I promise."
He kept crying, gasping for breath as the knife was slowly lowered. "Where were you?"
"I...Don't know, if I'm being honest," he shrugged. "We were on the roof, and then I-" He swallowed. "You know what, we don't have to go over the details-"
Roman was cut off by Virgil rushing to him, hugging him tightly. "I thought you hated hugs," he said softly.
"Shut up, you idiot," he responded. "Get over here, Logan."
The three stood in the living room of the apartment for a long time, Virgil crying again and all of them glad that the others were okay.
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Fanfiction[multishippers, get your asses in here. this one's for you 💖] Roman Trente has a few things. A roommate that he's gotten fond of. Well, as fond as you can be of a short, emo nightmare. Fond nonetheless. They're as close as he'd like them to be. Whi...
