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"Remus what are you doing?" Virgil asked, arms crossed leaning against the tree under the shelter of a shelf shroom that the man in question created. He had his arms out, catching, drinking, and playing with the rain. The way his hair fell in his face made him look like a wet rat.
"Standing in the rain." Virgil sighed.
"You're gonna get a cold. Why don't you come under the mushroom?" What was the point of making a makeshift umbrella if you weren't going to use it?
"I want to see what it's like living in your shoes." He glanced down at the puddles forming in his boots and scrunched his toes. "And they are very, very, wet shoes. I'm surprised you don't have trench foot." He paused and turned back to him with excitement. "Do you?"
Virgil giggled. It was a sweet gesture. A stupid one nonetheless, but sweet. He always wondered if Remus ever got tired of the conditions they'd meet in. Never a day in the sun. Although the rain tended to lighten up when he was with Remus, it never stopped. He was pulled from his thoughts by Remus saying something he didn't hear. "What?"
"You never answered my question."
"Oh, right." Virgil hesitated, having to ask a second time. "What was it again?"
"About your trench foot." He smiled. Virgil found his morbid curiosity amusing.
"No, I don't have trench foot." He chuckled. Remus sighed disappointingly.
"Pity." Virgil raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"Wouldn't that be a good thing?"
"Well yes, but I'd love to see something like that up close, you know? Something interesting."
"You control this part of the forest, why can't you make something interesting?" Remus shrugged.
"Eh. While I do love to create chaos by hand some of the best ones happen organically."
He had a point. Remus being a prime example. This being seemingly comprised of violent and grotesque nature. Others would see it as sick, but Virgil thought otherwise. While his way of thinking was vulgar, he saw the beauty in the worst kinds of things. Or bring light to something about it that others didn't see. It was touching in a way. It's why he liked him so much -he made him feel whole. He smiled watching Remus stand on his toes and hop back down to watch the water erupt and spill from his shoes. "My feet aren't usually as soaked as yours as I usually have an umbrella." He smirked. "But somebody broke it." Remus stood with his arms crossed defensively.
"I thought that you could fly on it." Virgil laughed.
"I'm cursed. Not magical, dingus."
"Well, we know that now, don't we?" Virgil laughed harder. There's rarely a dull moment with Remus. The last time they hung out, he tried to see if he could make a spider web from his snot when he sneezed. It was disgusting, to say the least. "Achoo!" Speaking of sneezing. He then heard a sniffle and sighed. He knew this would happen.
"Come on. Let's get out of the rain."
* * *
They got back to a little cabin where Virgil spent most of his time.
They walked in and Virgil took off his cloak. "I'll get you something dry." He walked away to a separate part of the cabin, leaving Remus to his own devices. He smiled fondly. He felt warm despite being soaked head to toe. Virgil brought out a different side of him. Something about him made his demented little heart swoon.
He came back in new clothes with his wet ones in hand and a folded pair of pajama pants and shirt for Remus.
"Here. I don't know if they'll fit but they're worth a shot." Remus thanked him and wasted no time stripping then and there. "You know there's a spare room for that." He said rolling his eyes as he turned away. Remus had put on the pants and tossed the shirt aside. "You can rest your clothes by the fire." Virgil gestured to the fireplace with a rack by it. He set his wet clothes on the rack next to Virgil's and sat down on the couch near the fire. Virgil sat down next to him in his new comfy clothes.
Remus looked over and saw that he was shivering. "You good?"
"Yeah, I'm just cold. Not a big deal."
Remus grabbed Virgil's waist and pulled him into his lap. He sighed tiredly into his hair. It surprised him, but Virgil didn't necessarily mind it. I mean, Remus was warm and that beat being cold, right?
He pulled his arms tight around Virgil's waist pulling him flush against his chest. Virgil relaxed into it, feeling himself grow tired. Remus then slowly lied them both down on the couch and cuddled as close as he possibly could.
He enjoyed this. He moved his arm under his head to feel his face burning. He must've been catching a cold too. It wouldn't be the first time after all. Virgil rested his other arm on the one Remus had on his waist. This was nice. The warmth of something besides the fire, the company, the intimacy. It's been a while since he had something like this.
And he didn't plan on letting him go for a long time.