SaSi Whumptober 2020

Presumed Dead - Platonic Moxiety

Possible triggers - Death, going missing, mentions of alcohol (and places such as bars)

WC - 306

Patton's head laid in his hands as he felt himself trembling, eyes squeezed shut as he curled his hands slowly into fists, a small sob escaping him as he sunk down against the wall, his mind trying to process the news.

"I'm sorry sir. Our search has to come to an end. Your friend may have passed away, and that is what we are going to assume as a city. We are so sorry for your loss."

Not Virgil. Not his best friend.

Not the man who was like a brother to him.

He couldn't process it.

A year ago, his best frien- no, his brother went missing. Virgil. His Virgil. He had been with Patton at a bar and said he was gonna take a cab home. Patton offered to go with him but he said no, telling Patton to stay so he could keep talking to the gorgeous fella on the other side of the bar he was eyeing.

Patton should have gone with him.

He went missing that night, and Patton had gotten so worried. He could barely sleep or eat, he was so afraid of the worse.

And now, the worst had come.

His dark strange son (not actually son, Patton just acted like a dad toward him sometimes), his darkness yet his light at the same time, his everything.

Just gone. Like that.

And Patton, well...

He just didn't know what to do with himself anymore.

• • •

Meanwhile, Virgil stood there, staring up at the screen in front of him. The screen that showed...

Patton, crying in his room.

Virgil's eyes glimmered with slim determination, his voice trembling as he spoke quietly to himself, not wanting to be heard.

"I'm sorry, Patton. I'll come home soon, please forgive me."