Sanders Sides One Shots

Relationship Advice - Romantic Logicality with Familial Analogicality

Summary: Virgil is older now and more than considering dating, his dads are obviously worried but Patton just wants Virgil to be happy, Logan is a little more overprotective. [A continuation of 'Swearing']

A/N: based off yet another @more-incorect-quotes post on tumblr:

*Patton and Virgil sitting in the kitchen talking about Virgil's relationship.*

Patton: Remember Virgil don't break someone's heart because they only have one.

Logan: *Walking past the kitchen doorway.* Yeah, break their bones, they have 206 of those. Which is exactly what I'm going to do to Roman if he ever hurts you.

Patton: Logan!

Logan: What I'm just saying.

Warnings: empty threats

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"Dad?" Virgil asks, poking his head into the kitchen to see his dad preparing for dinner, "hey, dad."

Patton turns his head to look at his son, he smiles gently, "yes, sweet pea?"

Virgil visibly grimaces at the childish nickname, but he knows complaining about it will only make his dad use it more, instead he sits down at the kitchen table and says, "I think I need some advice."

Patton lets out a soft "oh" before he's dropping what he's doing with the dinner in favour of putting on a pot of coffee and bringing out two mugs. Virgil sits and watches his dad make them coffees – his with only a splash of milk and Patton's with a lot of milk and two sugars (even though he's supposed to be cutting down as per Logan's request).

"So," Patton says, setting down both of their coffees and sitting in the chair opposite, he doesn't say anything else but lets Virgil speak, he's learned not to overload his son with questions or be too enthusiastic just yet, he needs to know what's going on first, if it's good or bad or just... something.

"I think, um," Virgil starts, cheeks flushing a little and he averts his eyes, "I think I like someone, like, you know."

And Patton almost squeals, his hands wrapping tight around his mug until his knuckles turn white trying to quell his excitement. He takes a loud breath before nodding slowly, "right, right," he utters, nodding to Virgil to continue. But he doesn't. There's a sort of tension in the air, Virgil doesn't really want to be having this conversation and Patton wants to have all too much.

Patton smiles a little sadly, "and what do you want to do about it, son?"

"I think I really like him, dad," Virgil whispers finally, so soft and quiet that Patton isn't sure if he's heard him right, but he repeats, "I like him, I really do, I just." He sighs. "He's... my best friend," he continues, purposefully avoiding spilling any names, "and I don't want to mess it up, what if he doesn't really like me back? What if I'm making it weird? What if he never wants to see me again?"

Patton's frown deepens at Virgil's spiralling, he places a hand atop of Virgil's own, comforting him and shutting him up.

"If he never wants to see you again he's a- a darn fool, Virgil, you're a wonderful, bright boy and whoever he is would be an idiot not to see it," he says, rubbing the back of Virgil's hand with his thumb, "if he's your best friend then he already likes you. Has this 'mystery man' expressed romantic interest in you before?"

Virgil sighs and takes Patton's hand in his, "I mean I've had several sappy and romantic notes shoved in my locker and it's obviously his sign off and his writing, plus I think he's been asking me on dates, remember last week when he took me to the cinema then to that milkshake shop that I kept saying I always wanted to go to. But I don't know, dad, I'm not good at these things."