Locketless

Ga(y)me Night

A/N: Sooo, I didn't upload last week like planned, and I don't really have an 'excuse'? I just *couldn't* write this for some reason, even though I had a plan for the chapter. It seems like every time I have an outline for a chapter/book, I instantly can't write it for a while - see; three-plus books I can't write anymore because I've outlined them (even vaguely). But I finished it up today - posting day I set for myself - it's just a week late. I'm thinking schedule restrictions might also not be helping, so I've given myself two weeks instead of one, but hopefully, that'll help me write more.

(And I started another book, save me.)

So, the title is kinda accurate, less game night more gay night. I don't know how clear it is - I tried - but it's been a week in the book since the last chapter, so it's Saturday again, which he and Virgil have off from classes. Within that week he's interacted with Patton and gotten to trust him a bit more. Also, the tags may seem misleading rn since you aren't seeing some of the ships happening, but that's because it's only first-person and from Janus' point of view. Eventually, you'll see 'the boys' interact with each other, just not a ton right now.

TW: Mention of past drunkenness, Vague/Casual mention of having attacks.

If there's any more that people think should be added/I missed please mention them

"So... You have to promise not to kill me."

I gave Remy a look, frowning and sliding down in my seat, trying to ignore the fast passing of trees outside the car window. Cars really weren't my thing.

"Do I even want to know?"

"You won't like it, but you probs want to know before we get there."

"Just spit it out."

Remy winced - not reassuring - and said what I expected, but didn't want.

"Well... Patton wanted to bring friends-"

He quickly hit the lock button when he saw my sudden reach for the door handle, shaking his head but keeping his eyes on the road. I growled out a few curses, pulling at the ends of my sleeves in hopes they would suddenly become longer; long enough to hide the burns on my left hand. By now I decided I was comfortable enough with Patton to not wear my gloves, after hanging out with him and Remy a few times in the past week. Enough to wear a three-quarter sleeve to our game night. It made sense now, why Remy had given me a confused and almost worried look when he picked me up.

"It's not all of them babe, just two."

"I swear to all that may be holy if it's both of the twins-"

"Just Roman," he interrupted, giving a quick glance, "With the emo one."

I snorted at that and shook my head, throwing out a quick correction of Virgil's name. Maybe they'd focus on each other instead of me, though I somehow doubted it from how persistent Roman was so far. In reality, Virgil was one of the two I had to look out for between the four. Yes, Roman did manage to make me lower my walls eventually by being extremely unashamed and over the top in everything he did, but Virgil was sneaky. I'm not sure he even realized he was doing it, he just managed to worm his way into my thoughts and- and nothing else. He and Remus just clicked in my mind in some way, and I had no clue how to reverse it. And I wanted to. Really, I absolutely wanted to reverse this.

"You aren't going to murder me then?"

"We'll see. If this goes bad, I'm blaming you."

I wouldn't really blame Remy. Probably the boys... Okay, I would blame myself! Ugh, even my own thoughts judge me for lying, this sucks. I gave one last tug at my sleeves, used to fiddling with the ends of my missing gloves, and sat up as the car slowed to a stop. Remy gave an encouraging smile and tossed me the blanket he kept in the car for me, most likely hoping it would bring enough comfort for me to not try and weasel my way out of game night. He knew I was determined enough of a person to run back home, considering I usually did so anyway.