The Lams Hotel | Sanders Sides // Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile, Demus

Chapter 9: Exposition

TW- Talk of abuse scars. If you want to skip it, start reading at *******************

Roman opened his eyes as the sunlight flooded through his curtains. He looked around before shooting up.

"Where am I?" He whispered, distraught. "Oh, wait," Roman realised. He let out a small chuckle, flipping the blankets off of him. He walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

He studied the various scars on his arms. He put his fingers to the scar on his cheek. 

He thought it would've gone away already. It had been a solid year, at least. But the tan slight, bubbled slice that went from just under his jaw, halfway up his cheek was still there. He sighed.

He left the bathroom for a second and grabbed his concealer. He looked at himself in the mirror closely and applied it carefully. 

It didn't make it unnoticeable, it just made it less noticeable. 

It was one of the only things that differentiated him from Remus, along with how they styled their hair and Remus's slight moustache. 

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"You know that boy who watched our table yesterday?" Remy asked. Patton nodded. 

"I have the vague memory," Emile said. 

"Virgil, yes," Logan said with a nod. Remy nodded.

"I saw him again yesterday."

"We all saw him yesterday," Logan said with an adjustment of his glasses. 

"No, no, when I went back to do my shift. I saw him again." Remy looked down. "He's not... His home life is bad." He said. 

"Did you invite him to stay here?" Emile asked almost immediately. Remy nodded. 

"I just-- I invited Logan here. I feel like I'm gonna over load this place at one point," Remy said. Emile and Patton let out a small laugh. 

"My dads, Andi and Dominic wouldn't turn anyone away. Even if they got over booked at one point, my dads would probably invite you guys to stay at our house. Andi and Dominic would probably have a few stay with them." Emile put his hand on Remy's arm to reassure him, but it made Remy looked at him with a blush on his face. "It's okay, Remy. You can never help too many people in need." 

"Thanks, Emile," Remy said. 

Patton and Logan exchanged a look. But sadly, the Remile moment fell short when--

"Excuse me? Could I sit here?" Someone asked. He had a white long sleeved shirt and a red scarf on, blue jeans and leather boots that were fairly worn. His hair was nicely done and he had deep brown eyes that had a tinge of red. 

"Of course!" Patton said cheerfully. "I'm Patton! These are my friends, Emile, Remy and Logan! We're all He/Hims," Patton said, motioning to each person with each name. 

"I'm Roman. He/Him," He said, taking an open seat. "I just got here." 

"So did Logan," Remy said. Logan nodded. "He's like a total dork."

"Remy!" Patton said, slightly playfully, but in a fatherly tone. "Remy came before him, but they were friends in real life. I got here a couple weeks ago." 

"What about Emile?"

"I moved across when my dads decided that we were going to volunteer here. If you don't know, you can do that. You can get work experience for it too, so it's a little helpful there. You just have to go through the training days, which is usually hosted by Dominic," Emile said.