"Virgil?"
Virgil groaned, causing him to cough up another flower.
Roman opened the door slowly, "You okay?"
"Did Patton send you here?"
Roman looked around at the blood and flowers, ignoring his question. "It's me, isn't it." Virgil gave him a puzzled look. "Hanahaki? Un-requited love? It's me that you like, right? Otherwise Logan wouldn't've sent me up here."
Virgin groaned again. "Of course, the one time you understand what's going on."
"Are you suggesting that I don't usually know what's going on?"
"Can you just- ugh. You know why you're here, now get on with it or go away."
Roman rolled his eyes, "Fine, but you have no sense of tension or suspense." He crouched down beside his friend. "Ew, you're all bloody," he said as he cupped the side of Virgil's face. Virgil didn't respond, his face turning red, or maybe that was just the blood. Roman pulled him into a kiss.
