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“My head hurts,” Patton cried out, pressing the heels of his hands into his temples.
Virgil stared him down while sipping his own milkshake. “So sorry,” he deadpanned. “Good thing I’m immune.”
Patton pouted. “I don’t like brainfreeze.”
Roman snorted from the other side of the room, having finished his own milkshake barely minutes after Patton had made them (and consquently given himself brain freeze, as well, not that he would admit it).
“Don’t drink it so fast, then, Padre,” Roman said, flipping to the next page in his sketchbook. “Your head won’t hurt, then.”
“But it was so good! And that doesn’t help me now!”
Logan sighed, setting aside his own milkshake and pausing the movie they had playing. They couldn’t hear it much over Patton’s dramatics, anyway.
“Patton, have you tried pressing your thumb against the roof of your mouth?” He asked.
Patton’s mouth made a little “o.” He immediately did what Logan suggested, and was smiling again in no time.
“Thanks, Logan! You’re my hero for the day!” Patton grinned and threw his arms around Logan for a brief hug.
Roman made an offended noise from where he sat.
Patton giggled. “It’s okay, Roman! You’re my hero everyday. You’re all my heroes!”
Virgil hid a smile behind his hand while still sipping at his milkshake. “Let’s just keep watching the movie now that the crisis has been averted.”
Logan pressed play and the sides lapsed into silence once more, all enjoying their beverages (except Roman, who’d finished his). They enjoyed the movie in quiet, until...
“My head hurts, again!”