Are We Alone?

Fixer Upper

Tw: no warning that i can think of

Roman felt a weight on his chest. Not an emotional weight, like a person on his chest. He opened his eyes, seeing a tired Patton clinging to him for dear life. He sighed.

The room was still steamy and Patton's skin was so cold against his. Of course, his skin was always cold and Roman's always hot.

Patton once described it as scalding.

He lifted Patton into his lap gently as he sat up. They needed to leave for his parents. He had packed to their clothing together a little after Logan and Virgil had left, but Patton had whimpered softly at the loss of contact quickly.

Roman's eyes drifted to the alarm clock sitting on the dresser, it blinked 3:00 am in big red letters.

Mother is going to kill me.

Roman shook Patton awake gently. "Cookie? Wake up please."

"Roro?" There was a tiny yawn in Patton's voice. It was cold but in a different way than what people mean. It reminded him of a cabin on a snowy mountain where hot tea was evident in the air.

"We're late, we need to get moving." Roman picked Patton up, smiling at the string of tired giggles that left Patton's mouth.

"Okay, Roro," Patton whispered, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck. Roman huffed a laugh as he grabbed the suitcase and stared at the small ring box on the dresser, right next to a broken compact mirror.

They both needed help. Him not being able to say his own brother's name and Patton not able to stop cutting and talk about his feeling.

We were fine before Deceit came and tore us apart. We were fine until Remus-

But was he? Did he ever really go through all these without thinking about his older brother. Didn't he hate Remus and everything he stood for?

Why didn't he hate Remus?

Remus made it perfectly clear that he had no intention of being here for Roman. He made it very clear that he hated Roman, that-

"Ro? You okay?" Patton's voice vibrated through his shoulder.

"Ye-Yeah, I'm okay." He sighed, sticking the box into his pocket.

They all needed a fixer upper.