all the world's a stage // prinxiety ✔

♡ 61 - together ♡

(a/n: please read this a/n!!

so bAcK iN tHe dAY, i opened character q&a's in dear virgil and conversations and you asked questions and i wrote the characters' answers and you know how a q&a works

im thinking of doing that for this but i'd like to know who's interested and would leave questions. im going to push the q&a towards the end of the book so please DONT comment questions now

just let me know if you're interested in a q&a and ill do it when im close to the end)

Roman left a check for Emile before waving goodbye and heading out. He still had to wait for the damage to his car to be fixed, so he walked to his condo, where he found Remy lying on the couch.

"You have a boyfriend and you never brought it up?" Roman asked.

Remy sat up. "Oh, yeah. Forgot to tell you. How do you know Emile?"

"He's my therapist now," Roman replied awkwardly.

"This is just like the plot of that show you're in!"

"Well... sort of. Anyway, how are you? You're only here a couple times a week."

"I'm alright. I just like being on the move," Remy said. "I like parties and hanging with Emile late at night when I should probably be sleeping. The band is taking a break before we tour again. We're all super tired, and Aimee just got engaged, so I've been helping her plan her wedding."

"A wedding? That I'm not there to decorate?" the actor gasped.

"You seem too busy."

Roman slouched. "Yeah, true. I am busy."

"Remember when we thought middle school was stressful?" Remy laughed. "I mean, I still basically do nothing, and writing music isn't that stressful since we're not a super popular band, but like, you have to do shit every night."

"It's fun. The people... They're interesting."

"Yeah. I think you've gone a little crazy since you got cast in this show. Seriously, you should calm down. You're back with Virgil, right?"

"Yep," he said through clenched teeth.

Remy frowned. "You're not happy?"

"It's not that I'm not happy being with him. I'm just going through a- a lot and I don't want it to affect my relationship with him."

"Do you wanna vent?"

"...Yes?"

"Cool. Keep talking, I'm listening," Remy told him as he stood up and walked over to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?"

Remy pulled a mug out of the cabinet. "Making you some hot chocolate, duh. Shut the fuck up and let me take care of you." He grabbed a bag of marshmallows and set it on the counter next to the mug while searching for the milk.

Roman laughed. "Well, thanks."

"You can vent now."

"Didn't you tell me to shut the fuck up?"

"Yeah, but I'm obviously not going to take back what I said, so just don't listen to me. Who do you think I am? A good person?"

That was how they spent the rest of the night in the living room, on the couch. Remy didn't leave to go out surprisingly, and he somehow fell asleep earlier than Roman did, without his phone next to him.

It was strange to see, but Roman was sure it was because of Emile.

He smiled, exhausted, before falling asleep himself.

♡

They woke up the next morning, and again, Roman was greeted with shock that Remy was awake, texting while sitting on the kitchen counter and eating toast with bacon.

"You're up early," Roman said, yawning. He got up off the couch.

"Emile's making me be healthy and get a normal amount of sleep. I don't know how much longer I can commit to that, but I'm too hot to die too fast, so I'm working on it."

"So no more partying and putting alcohol in everything and drinking three cups of coffee a day?"

"Nah, I'm still going to do all of that, just not as much." He raised a mug. "This is my second cup and I'm feeling fine. I don't think I need any more."

"Hello? Is Remy in there? I've been awake for four minutes and you haven't made a death joke yet."

Remy smirked. "Don't get used to it. I still fucking hate myself."

♡

Virgil was sitting in Roman's lap on the couch in their dressing room that evening.

"How was it?"

Roman hesitated. "Different."

"Yeah. It's weird at the beginning."

"I'm getting deja vu."

Virgil blushed. "Shut up! You know I'm not talking about that... right now."

Roman chuckled. "Well, I mean, thanks. To you and Patton for trying to help me by finding Emile. I just don't know if I'll ever get used to it."

"It takes a long time."

"Do you see a therapist?"

"I used to," Virgil explained, "but when my parents got divorced, my dad took a lot of time off work and then he couldn't afford my sessions for much longer and I don't feel like meeting a new one. Plus, New York kinda sucks outside of Broadway."

"True."

They kept talking quietly, and even though Roman thought there would be too much tension to handle, there was barely any.

"You don't think it's weird?"

"To go to therapy?" Virgil scoffed. "No. Of course not."

Virgil still sitting in his lap, Roman set his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder and brought him closer. "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"About the car accident. And then breaking up with you as soon as I woke up."

"If I recall, you said, 'it's Britney, bitch' as soon as you woke up."

"Well! You know what I mean," Roman laughed nervously. "And anyway I feel bad for making you worry about me."

"Now I'm getting deja vu. Why are we both so insecure? Like, you're great, even though you're a cocky piece of shit sometimes, but like, you're great. You keep thinking you have to be the stable one but neither of us are the stable one so we're trying to be stable together."

"Fair enough." He wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist.

During intermission, Roman left the bathroom and opened the door to see Virgil dancing in front of his mirror while singing You Can't Stop the Beat.

"Hairspray?" Roman asked, beaming.

"I was in it when I was in high school. I still remember all the choreo." He sat down.

"Same!"

"Oh, who'd you play?"

"Link."

"What a surprise," Virgil joked. "And I was Corny Collins."

"You were Corny Collins?" Roman looked baffled.

"You watch me pretend to fuck Luke, get AIDs, and die eight shows a week, and me playing a dance show host surprises you?"

They spent the rest of intermission making fun of each other and talking about their dream roles, Roman's being Kevin Price in Book of Mormon, and Virgil's being Orpheus in Hadestown.

That was until Virgil had forgotten to change into his pink shirt and quickly threw it on in a long moment of panic before heading onstage with Roman, laughing the whole way there.

(a/n: im gonna be so sad when this story is over aaaa)