Problems

Scars

Tw: slightly down putting and degrading thoughts, (only a small amount though) mentions of previous self harm, mentions of past abusive relationship,

Patton's POV

"Is Patton in there, there's someone here to see him!" The words reverberated thru Patton's head.

"We'll be out in a few minutes Clarita." Virgil responded before Patton could react.

"Virgil! What are you doing! For all we know it could be Dominic coming to take me away!" Patton was in full on panic mode. 'He's come to take me back. I don't want to go back! I'm getting better!! Sure I almost killed myself less than a hour ago, but I'm getting better! He's gonna hurt me-'

"Calm down, I was being serious when I said that if he came around you again he would pay. If he is out there then he's in for the beating of a lifetime for what he did to you." Patton was still in full panic mode. 'His gonna hurt Virgil. He's gonna drive him away like he's done with everyone else!'

Patton voiced his concerns. "But what if you're not strong enough? There's a reason why everyone's afraid of him."

"Even if he does, somehow, beat me up, there is no way that Clarita, or Pancini, or any of the staff would let him take you away. It's just against policy." Patton started to calm down finally absorbing what he was saying.

"Really?"

"Really." Patton jumped up, his fear all but gone. "Whoa whoa whoa, you are not going out there like that." Patton looked down at his clothes, it wasn't any different than what he usually wore. What was Virgil so against? Virgil noticed Patton's confused look. "You're starting to bruise." Virgil pointed at his neck. Patton's hands flew up, he winced as he touched the tender flesh.

"What am I gonna do! Everyone's gonna know!" 'Everyone's gonna knows how much of a failure I am....' Patton pulled nervously on his cardigan, fluffing it up, trying to hide the developing marks.

"Don't worry just-here." Virgil pulled off his jacket.

Patton's eyes widened. "You never take off your jacket!"

"Well... It's large enough to hide your bruises...."

"O-ok." Patton took the hoodie. It felt like he was holding something sacred.  Patton froze as he put his arm into the jacket. "It's. So. Fluffy. How is it this fluffy. It should be illegal!" He pulled it on the rest of the way.

"For all I know it is. Logan got it specially made for me after I... stained my last one. It's made by German scientists with a lifetime warranty."

"Wow! That must have cost a fortune!" Patton melted into the comfortable fluff. It was a bit big and fell in folds around him.

"Eh. His parents are super rich."

"So why do you wear this all the time?"

Virgil's POV

Patton got up heading for the door. "Whoa whoa whoa, you are not going out there like that." Patton looked down at his clothes, confused. "You're starting to bruise." Virgil pointed at his neck. Patton's hands flew up, he winced as he touched the growing bruise.

"What am I gonna do! Everyone's gonna know!" Virgil thought for a minute. 'How are we gonna hide this? We could use makeup but that would arose questions.' Virgil got an idea when he saw that Patton was subconsciously tugging at his cardigan. 'My jacket could probably hide them."

"Don't worry just-here." Virgil pulled off his jacket.

Patton's eyes widened. 'I'm doing something wrong aren't I?' "You never take off your jacket!"

"Well... It's large enough to hide your bruises...." Virgil started doubting himself.

"O-ok." Patton took the hoodie. Patton froze as he put his arm into the jacket. 'Oh no he's probably allergic or  something.' "It's. So. Fluffy. How is it this fluffy. It should be illegal!" He quickly put it the rest of the way on.

"For all I know it is. Logan got it specially made for me after I..." Virgil trailed off. 'Would he judge? It was years ago but... I still did it.' Virgil decided to take a more innocent approach. "Stained my last one. It's made by German scientists with a lifetime warranty."

"Wow! That must have cost a fortune!" Patton snuggled deeper into the large jacket. 'He's so adorable. I don't deserve him.'

"Eh. His parents are super rich." 'Rich enough to believe that money can fix everything, including their son.'

"So why do you wear this all the time?" Virgil rubbed his arm self consciously.  Patton's eyes widened. "Not that there has to be a reason, I mean it's super comfy and-"

"Patton. It's ok. I'm just... Insecure about my scars..." Virgil looked down at his bare arms, tracing one of the straight lines that stood out.

"What scars?" Patton scooted closer, dragging the oversized jacket with him. Patton was about five inches away from his arm, squinting hard. "Oh..... I still can't see anything." 'How could he not see them! They stood out like a white dress at a funeral.'

"Stop trying to make me feel better. Here, can't you feel them?" Patton put his face closer and put his hand on Virgil's arm.

Patton's POV

'O.M.G. VIRGIL IS BUFF.' Patton felt the rock hard muscle, totally forgetting what was going on.

"See there's no way you can miss them." Patton was confused for a second before feeling a small raised line. Now that he knew what to look for he found several more small scars.

"Honestly, if you hadn't been so admit at pointing them at I'd never even notice them." Patton rubbed his arm reassuringly.

"You better not be pulling my leg." Virgil starred into Patton's eyes, finding only sincerity. "It's just- they remind me of that time in my life. I was drowning.... Even now, even though I have both feet solidly planted on the ground, I know that with just one push I'm back there. I don't want to go back." There was pain in Virgil's eyes. Patton gave him a warm smile.

"Don't worry we can hold on to eachother. I won't let you fall." Virgil tackled Patton in a hug, tears running down his face.

"Thank you... Thank you... You don't know how much I needed to hear that."

A knock broke thru the tender moment. "Guys! Can you take a break from your make-out session. There's someone here to see Patton." Roman yelled thru the door making both of the boys blush a bright red.

"Got it got it. Just let me find one of my old jackets." Virgil yelled back.

"Oooh, Virgy here's a playboy."

"Get your mind out of the gutter Roman! Ya sicko." Patton giggled, not really understanding what was going on. "Let's just see...where did I put them?"

"Come on. Its not like anyone will judge, heck I'd be surprised if they even notice!" Patton pulled on his arm impatiently.

"Really?"

"I promise. Now let's go beat up my ex-boyfriend!" Patton jumped up the jacket coming down to his mind thighs. Virgil followed him out, resisting the temptation to start a fight with Roman. Virgil bumped into Patton when he suddenly stopped in the doorway of the lobby.

"I can't believe you're here!"

I'm just great aren't I? Yes I made Patton a smoll bean and yes I made Virgil buff. Fight me.