Tw: Mentions of Prescription Drugs, comment if I missed any
After about an hour and a half of writing, Roman heard a knock at his door. "Roman? I brought you breakfast and coffee!" A voice rang through the door. It was Patton.
"Um, yeah, just leave it outside the door! Thanks padre, we can go out for lunch later or something," Roman called, not looking away from his screen as he typed.
After a moment, Roman heard the door begin to unlock, causing him to look over at the door, slightly panicked.
His hair was a mess, he hadn't showered in at least three days, and he was wearing the same clothes he had yesterday. He was NOT prepared for anyone to see him like this. "Patton! No!-" too late.
Patton opened the door and all Roman could do was turn his chair to face him.
Patton had dressed the same as he usually did; a light blue polo shirt, knee length khaki shorts, mid calf length, white socks, patterned with cartoon cats and dogs, chunky white sneakers, and a cardigan wrapped around his shoulders. His face was freckled and bright, his honey brown eyes hidden behind thick framed glasses, and his hair, which was dark brown, swooped over his eyes in a casual style. He was, at the age of 29, the most stereotypical dad Roman had ever met.
"Morning, bud! I- now Roman, what with this messy room of yours?" Patton said, his voice turning from cheerful into sort of a lightly stern dad voice.
He walked over, setting coffee and a bag, which Roman suspected held a Cinnabon, on the table, placing a hand on Roman's shoulder, looking him over. "You ok there, buddy? You look a bit more..." Patton stopped for a moment, considering. " rough around the edges than usual," he supplied, running a hand through Roman's greasy hair.
Roman sighed, looking over at his laptop, debating for a moment before closing it, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I'm fine, Padre, I just- I've been working, ya know?"
He gestured to the closed laptop, looking into Patton's concerned face. "I'm fine," Patton didn't look convinced.
"I promise, Pat! I just need to finish the brainstorming, the outline, then I need to actually write it, but once I'm done with that, I'll be done! So, don't worry, I'm working on it now!" He said, opening the screen, turning his chair to it again.
Patton sighed, looking around the messy room once more, sitting on the bed and looking at Roman. "Roman, you have to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Like, are you sure you took your medication? I had to remind you yesterday,"
Roman sat up from where he'd begun to slouch over, casting a glance over to his nightstand, giving Patton an apologetic look. "If I say yes, will you go?" He asked, glanced from Patton, to the side table, back to Patton once more.
Sighing again, Patton folded his arms, giving Roman a decided look. "Go take your medication, and a shower, we're gonna go out to eat,"
Roman looked at Patton, an almost betrayed look on his face. "I- but- Padre!" He whined, looking back at his laptop. "I'm in a writing mood!"
Patton stood up, gripping Roman's shoulders gently, rubbing the tension out of them. "C'mon kiddo! You got this! Somewhere inside you is the dashing prince you are! Let him out! Let him be free! At least for breakfast, then you can go back to writing, but please bud!" Patton looked down at Roman, who had an unimpressed look on his face.
"For me?" He tried. Roman sighed, looking down at the time in the corner of his screen, contemplating. "Fiiiiiine," He said finally, taking a sip out of the coffee cup. "You get Prince Roman for an hour, no more than that,"
Patton beamed, wrapping his arms around Roman's shoulders over the chair, pulling him into a light hug.. "Thanks kiddo! You won't regret it!" Patton pulled back from the hug, patting Roman's shoulder. "Now! Go take your meds and a shower, or..."
Patton started, looking slyly at the bag on Roman's desk. "I will eat your Cinnabon," Roman, who at that moment was stretching out his back, turned, a look of horror on his face. "Pat, you wouldn't-"
"I would!" Patton said, snatching up the bag, taking a deep inhale of the sweet cinnamon-y scent. "Oooh, smells amazing! I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself," Patton said, playfully.
Pouting Roman walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a pill bottle off the top of it. Keeping eye contact with Patton, Roman slowly opened the bottle, pulled out a pill, and dry swallowed it. "There, now put the Cinnabon down. I'll go take a shower now,"
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