Bonded by the Blues | A Sander Sides Book

Chapter 41 - The Crux of Indecision: Part 1

Phew. I fear all my readers who like Roman and Virgil are going to hate me for this chapter. Gird your loins, this is probably the roughest and rawest section I've written so far. First a some content warnings: There is more than the usual amount of smut in this chapter, but not explicit. And it may stray into the territory of dub-con, so a heads up. 

"Hello, Patton. Whaddup?" Virgil held his phone against his ear. "I just left you, why'd you call?" He rarely answered his phone, but can anyone cancel a call from Patton, really?

"Hi, kiddo! Just checking on you!" Patton's voice gurgled through happily. "Found Roman?"

"Nah."

"I found Logan! He was so happy to see me! Everything is gummy worm cough drop good between us."

"That's great," said Virgil in a voice that sounded far from thrilled at the news.

"Aw, don't worry, Virgie, you'll find him soon and you'll patch things up and dance and kiss and get married on a big pink cake and build a palace/ villain lair and have twelve babies –"

Virgil groaned. How did he make friends with this guy? "Patton, the last three things on the nightmare wish list aren't even possible!"

"Ah! So you dowant to kiss him!"

Virgil swatted at the blush on his cheeks. "There is quite a lot we need to talk through before that."

"But hurry up! I want to make you matching sweaters – wait, what? Logan!"

He heard a crackle, which he assumed, was the phone changing hands.

"Greetings. I am Logan Athena, and we met briefly at the foyer of Deirdre and Felicity's apartment building. We bonded over our mutual dislike of people who have an affinity to group hugs, remember?"

Virgil chortles. "Yeah, the guy in specs just like the dadster, right?"

"Our spectacles are nothing alike, thank you very much, but that is not why I am calling. I had a chat with Roman Prince before, and trust me, he is head over heels for you. I would like to extend my best wishes in your quest."

"Why do I feel as if I'm blessed by the Queen of England?"

He heard Patton's voice but in. "But we all know Roman's the biggest queen of them all! Go get him, tiger!"

Logan's voice came back. "I do not know what big cats have to do with this conversation, but first, a word of warning. I said Roman has got it bad for you, but he seems to be toomuch in to you, if you get what I mean. He seems to find it troublesome differentiating compatibility with infatuation. And you yourself seem to be a bit on the edge about the whole business? Have you thought carefully about what exactly you will tell him, with no room for err?"

"I'm sorry, did an over-the-phone-therapist hijack the line?" asked Virgil.

"Logie's the best therapist I know!" said Patton. "But be careful, okay? Both of you are two little spitfires!"

"I'm sorry, do you two sit around talking about Roman and me?" asked Virgil, finding that weirdly adorable for some reason.

"Of course!" chirped Patton.

"Matchmaking is a lowly art," said Logan. "But it is highly addictive."

Virgil face-palmed. "Can you two please stop acting like my gay dads? I can handle myself. Now bye, I need to go talk with someone who is actually dumber than he looks."

He ended the call and cut off the giggles from the other end. He took a deep breath and started walking again. He decided he might as well try looking by the gate, Dorian might have been onto something, through he did not trust him more than he could throw him.