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Roman usually loved parties, and especially when he was the one hosting them. He got to be the centre of attention, and he got to bask in the love of his friends - while dancing or talking or drinking - all night long.
But tonight, he was... tired.
He had spent weeks on creating the perfect, elaborate Halloween costume for his party. It was amazing, and he adored it - he would wear it every single day if he could - but only half an hour into the party, someone had spilled a drink on it.
They had apologised profusely, and he had told them it was okay, and wandered off before he could show how upset he was.
And the more interactions he had with people, the more tired he became. The music felt too loud, the lights felt too bright. The crowds of people around him felt like they were pressing in on him, and his breaths got quicker and shallower as he got more and more uncomfortable.
He could not find his boyfriend.
Patton, the love of his life, would make him feel better. Roman knew that, and he desperately, desperately wanted to find him.
Patton was dressed like a dragon witch, matching Roman's prince costume, which had excited the both of them for weeks before the party had begun. He shouldn't have been so difficult to find, and yet Roman just couldn't find him.
Roman pushed past the crowds of people, reaching the staircase and going upstairs. That area of the house was off-limits to the guests, so Roman was able to easily find the bathroom and duck inside.
He locked the door behind him, and then slumped against it, running his fingers through this - damp from sweat - hair.
He wanted to go home, to get away from all the people inside the house, except he was already home. The party was in his home, though he now thoroughly regretted hosting it.
He wanted everyone else to go home, but he knew that he couldn't just kick anyone out.
(There were still two hours left, he just had to wait it out.)
After almost a minute of hiding in the bathroom, Roman suddenly heard a knock at the door and his heart sunk.
"Ro, are you okay?" Came Patton's concerned voice from the other side of the door.
Roman relaxed, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Patton?"
There was a beat.
"Can I come in?"
"Um... is it just you?"
"Yup," Patton said. "Just me. And everyone else is downstairs. Can I come in?"
His voice was soft, caring and concerned, and Roman wanted nothing more than to see his face and hold him close.
Roman didn't answer the question, instead rushing to unlock and open the bathroom door.
He immediately came face-to-face with Patton, whose expression matched his tone of voice. When he saw Roman, he motioned for his boyfriend to step back to let him inside, and Roman did so straight away.
Patton shut the bathroom door behind him, and opened his arms. Roman immediately fell into them, resting his head against Patton's chest and wrapping his arms around his middle.
Roman finally relaxed.
He still didn't feel great. But, with Patton, he was starting to feel better.