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Arguments in the household of the four lovers were absolutely horrific. Depending on who was arguing and why, the list of things making it terrible would go on and on.
This time it was Logan and Roman who couldn't find the common ground on an issue. The air was tense, so much so that Virgil hadn't moved. He was just rocking back and forth, covering his ears.
Patton sighed, knowing that once again he would be the mediator. He always told himself he didn't mind it, but part of him wished there was someone else to break up the fights. Even if Patton was arguing, he mended all of it anyway.
He walked over to Virgil, gently tapping his shoulder a few times. Once his head came into view, he whispered in his ear. "Go in our bedroom okay? Lay down and take a minute. Your phone and headphones are on the dresser. I'll be in there soon."
Virgil stood up, and almost immediately fell back down. He tried again, and this time was able to stand. He knew he wouldn't be able to walk without help though.
Patton took a deep breath, letting the oxygen fill his lungs. They weren't far from the bedroom, he reasoned with himself. "Okay, Virgil, use me as support and then start walking. Quickly."
They walked to the bedroom, using eachother as support the entire way. Patton was surprised his knee didn't give out on him. He was glad it didn't, because then this really would be his fault.
They were arguing about work, and how Patton had to get a new job. They weren't necessarily wrong, he could barely work where he was and even then he collapsed into bed when he got home everyday. It was manageable though. Life wasn't life without the pain.
Once he made his way back to the kitchen, he debated his options. He could let them tire themselves out, eventually they would realize how stupid this argument was. Patton was fine. He was fine.
On the other hand he could break it up himself, tell them to separate and breathe. That would work if it wasn't Roman though, he had a one track mind.
Another option was to interject with his own opinion. He doubted he would be listened to.
The first choice seemed the best.
"As much as I love you, I'm going to bed. Virgil is in there, and we'll be fine. I love you both, and for the record, you love eachother too."
Patton turned to walk out of the kitchen, and he almost made it to the bedroom. He stopped when he heard a voice.
"Now you're pissing Patton off! Great. I'm sleeping on the couch for tonight."
Patton's muscled tightened, anger coursed through him, red and hot. Until he shoved it down, and told himself "you can't shake hands with a closed fist."
He looked down to his hand. His knuckled were red and small. He watched as he moved his fingers.
Then he walked into the living room to sort this out.