Maybe I can control this. (A Yandere Patton AU fan fiction.)

Blushing with a crushing.

Virgil inwardly groaned as he pulled his  heavy eyelids open. It was warm, for a change, and in a split millisecond, when he hadn't registered the work around him or the warm arms wrapped around him, and the fact that there was a chin resting on his head, he felt safe and warm.

And then, he started up. He noticed he air on his skin, the way two arms were wrapped around him to bring him closer-and the chin on his head. He recognised it all, and the colours-it was Princey. It was Roman. Oh gosh, here he was, snuggling with Roman, in Roman's room-in Roman's bed! He'd really messed up. Roman was going to hate him-Roman was going to kick him out. He'd have to face the cold walls of his own room, and he constant cold atmosphere he surrounded himself with, and he plane black walls, and the cobwebs-he'd have to face himself.

And he really, really, did not feel like doing that today. As his mid whirred off into every possible bad scenario that could possibly happen from this, and how he'd really regret this five years from now when I lay awake at 3 in the morning thinking about how this moment in particular ruined his life, Roman began to wake up.

Not at all noticing he'd awoken, Virgil continued to be tense and completely unaware of the world around him. Roman was also quite startled that Virgil hadn't moved from him in his sleep, or that he wasn't seemingly uncomfortable with snuggling. He lifted his chin off of Virgil's head, and looked down at him.

"Hey, uh, Panic at the everywhere, you good?" He asked, in his usually morning voice, somewhere between dry-throated and his normal voice. Virgil froze for a moment, before looking up at him. Virgil gave a slight nod, tensing up. "Okay. I guess this is a thing." Roman added, more gesturing to the snuggling that was, or had, happened.

"Uh, yeah, I guess...." Virgil trailed off, and cleared his dry throat. "I guess it is." He finished, looking down at his feet and legs, as he untangled them from Roman's. "Sorry." He mumbled, breaking from the grasp and sitting up on the edge of the bed.

Roman immediately felt cold where Virgil had been, and wanted to hug him again. "If you're apologising for the snuggles, don't worry 'bout it. If anything, it's a thing I do. I should've warned you I was a cuddler!" Roman joked, sitting up as well. Virgil chuckled a little, and so did Roman. "Anyway, have you got clothes? I can lend you some, if you want." He asked, the last part being more of a whisper.

He could see speckles of red on Virgil's cheeks, and that small flame of hope flickered for a moment, almost becoming a fire, but the ice he'd surrounded it with would not let it have the satisfaction of being a fiery hope.

"Uh...I.....Uhm." Virgil froze up for a moment, and started to play with the hem of his sleeve out of nervous habit. "I didn't bring much clothes....." he stammered out, images of him wearing Roman's clothes filling his head. He slightly liked the idea of being surrounded in things that smelt like Roman......

"Oh, well, that's fine. You can wear them, and I'll just wash them every now and again." Roman said, smiling softly at Virgil. He got up, walking over to a walk-in closet and picking out an outfit. Huh, he surprisingly didn't only ever wear the prince outfit, Virgil had seen him around the mindspace/palace thing in some of the more visible ones.

He came out holding two outfits, one being a copy of his prince outfit, and the other a more laid back outfit, pastel shirt with black jeans. "Virgil, I can't decide which one." He stated as he walked out holding both of them. "What're your thoughts?" Was he seriously coming to Virgil, master of the all black outfit, for this decision?

Apparently so, as he waited patiently for an answer. "Uh, I like the.... that one." He pointed to the pastel shirt. "Because it's more laid back. Not so intense-not that you're intense or anything-and it suits you." Virgil explained. Gosh, you sound like an idiot talking to him that way! This whole cuddling thing must've really thrown you off if you can't even help him without insulting him, you imbecile.