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The sunshine warmed Patton and Virgil's skin, comforting them as they layed on the blanket.
Patton loved picnics, they were cute date ideas and didn't require much movement. Movies were similar, but you can't talk in a theater.
Virgil just loved spending time with each of his partners individually. Something about it made them even better as a group. If he learned about one, he could learn about them all. So as soon as a day came up where two of the four weren't busy, a date always happened.
So Virgil brought Patton to a park. It wasn't very big, and there wasn't even a lake or a playground, but that wasn't what mattered. Only the thought did.
The food they had brought was sure to be amazing, between the fact that Patton had been taught how to make jams and jellies at a young age and Romans current hyperfixtation on baking, there was no way it couldn't be.
"Can you pass me a strawberry, Vee?"
He obliged, watching the golden light reflect off the red fruit. A moment later he was looking at the reflection on Patton's kaleidoscope eyes.
Really, they were just blue, but who was the universe to stop them? Nobody, it was nobody.
So the boys layed there in the sun, basking in the rays, in complete silence. Until suddenly, the blonde got an idea.
"We should listen to some music, pass me your phone please?"
Virgil dug into his pocket for a moment, and then took his phone out. He grabbed his earbuds and put one in his own ear, and then handing the phone and the earbud to Patton.
After he unlocked it, Patton just decided to play a playlist Virgil had already made. It would save the hassel of picking an artist or an album.
As he was scrolling a particular playlist caught his eye. "The one who taught me goodness." For a moment, he wondered if the playlist was about him. He didn't have to worry much longer, though, because the description had a saying his mother taught him. "Anger may make you strong, but it will also make you stupid." As he scrolled through the songs, he discovered that he knew every single one of them by heart. From the Lumineers to Don McLean, he loved it all. As he scrolled further, there were songs he didn't know, but by the same artists.
The songs that reminded Virgil of him.
"There's no way..." His voice stopped, unable to go further.
"What?" Virgil asked. He had been lost in his own head. That was commonplace.
"You made me a playlist? You never showed me!" He started to feel a sort of emotion grip at him, and it wouldn't let go. All he knew was that he could feel hot tears drip onto his hands.
"Can I hug you?"
A few moments passed in which there was no response, and Virgil almost became scared. Until Patton mustered up all of his strength and threw himself at him. It was so strong that Virgil ended up on his back.
"Oh baby, of course I did. I've made a lot of playlists for everyone. Do you want to listen to it?"
He felt a nod against his chest, aswell as shaking sobs.
"Okay darlin, take a deep breath for me real quick?"
As soon as he got the air down he was rewarded with the sound of warm music.
"I'll be kind, if you'll be faithful
You be sweet and I'll be grateful
Cover me with kisses dear
Lighten up the atmosphere
Keep me warm inside our bed
I got dreams of you all through my head"
The music was at the perfect volume, loud enough to be understood, but quiet enough for Virgil's voice to be the main thing Patton focused on.
"Pat, you remind me of light. Soft colors and delicate hands. You give, so much, sometimes I wish you would take a little for yourself."
"I am." His eyes were full of tears. "I've made progress, I think."
Virgil nodded, nudging Patton's head up to look to the sunset. The gold, the light, shined everywhere.
"Yeah, I think we all have."