Boxers and Binders

dinner for four

TW// self harm, left dad, ect.

Dinner was a fun(?) experience. You could practically smell the sex on all of them. When Patty and Roman finally came out of their room Logan and Virgil had gotten bored of waiting and decided that 'one kiss couldn't hurt' and next thing they knew Logan was against the wall again. Virgil's lips connected with his neck, leaving a small purple mark that wouldn't go unnoticed.

Patty wasn't surprised as she'd walked into them making out multiple times. Roman on the other hand could only utter a quiet "Hello- Oh." and started to turn around.

"Sorry about that," Virgil said, taking their leg out from Logan's legs and turning to face Roman and Patty.

"No, no, if anything we should be sorry for the hold up-" Roman turned to Virgil to give them a reassuring smile. "And the pasta smells amazing."

"I'm sure Virgil did all the work." Patty said, causing the others to laugh and Logan nod in agreement."Virgil is the family chef. And for good reason, the last time Logan cooked he burned 2minute noodles because he didn't know they needed water."

"How didn't you know that? Did you not read the instructions?" Roman asked through stifled laughs.

"To be fair I was left unsupervised." Logan rebutted, serving himself and Virgil some pasta.

"First of all you were 16, this was last year, aaaand I was with you. The. Whole. Time."

The group erupted with laughter and Logan looked defeated. The evening went on with laughs and stories from both Logan's and Virgil's teen years. Roman was kind to Virgil and seemed not to mind about the incident earlier. Virgil had warmed up to him quickly.

And Logan seemed to be content with how the evening was going. His hand had found Virgil's at some point in the evening, neither new when but they were both glad it happened. Logan was also happy that Virgil and Patty were smiling and laughing.

Roman enjoyed the dinner more than he thought he would, Virgil who seemed to be a mentally unstable individual had talked a lot despite Patty telling Roman that they rarely talked. Roman had talked a bit about his job as highschool teacher, making them both know he could read their body language absurdly well.

As for Patty. Well, she had a great time, she always does with Roman, and she loves talking to Logan and Virgil. So all round everyone enjoyed it.

"When Virgil first moved in with us they didn't eat unless they made the food. And would refuse to sleep, to this day I don't know how they survived." Patty said, shifting the conversation from Logan's dad.

"I'll tell you how they survived, Monster, Redbull and Sour Patch Kids mixed together. Chug that bitch and if you're feeling fun add some green tea." Logan replied, smiling a bit.

"So that's why you always had that stuff in your room. Also, Virgil, are you okay because that doesn't sound healthy." Patty looked worrinly at Virgil.

"I'm not great but that's the ✨truma✨ and it was most definitely not healthy. But it kept me up so? "

Virgil took a sip of water and Roman looked worried. Virgil continued the conversation prompted by Roman. They'd never told anyone but Logan about this and the more they spoke the more they wanted to relapse. The words run through their ears to go to the bathroom, take out a razor blade, slice, slice, slice. Come back and act as if nothing is wrong. How could they know?

"I'm going to the bathroom-" Virgil was visibly shaking and rubbing their forearm. The others all protested, Virgil's eyes stung with tears. You can't do this now, there's a guest over. You can't do this now. You can't do this now. They felt a sob escape their lips. "Fuck." they mumbled under their breath.

"If you'll excuse us, I think little Virgil here needs to go up stairs and get changed then watch some TV, yes?" Logan said, picking up Virgil and putting them on his hip.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, I'll bake some cookies." Patty stood up getting Roman to go with her.

"I hate to ask but, is Virgil okay?"

"Even though I don't know everything, they used to have an eating disorder, which can sometimes come back. On top of that they were suicidal and they self harmed. They've been clean for about 2 and a half weeks and it's been a serious toll on their mind. Anyway, to deal with that they age regress." Patty explained while getting out the pre-chilled cookie dough they keep in the fridge. She called up to Logan's room 

"What type, choc chip or gingerbread?" Virgil walked down the stairs in a onesie with a blanket and a huge teddy bear under their arm. They spat out their pacifier and watched it fall, being caught by the chain to their collar.