Patton was standing up in the middle of the lounge, tiny lightning bolts crackling off his skin with his hair standing on end. Every light grew brighter and Thomas could here his washing machine in the other room splutter and die.

"I will not have you all blaming my cousin for an accident!" Commanded the usually bright and bouncy man, fists balled. "Virgil did not tear your Book, Logan, and, Roman, don't be so quick to blame! We can fix the Book and none of this needs to matter! Everyone, calm the UnderWorld down!"

Logan glared at Virgil but it wasn't defiant anymore, just stubborn. The god snatched the Book cover from Roman and strode back to the couch, sitting down crossly as he fiddled with the two parts.

Virgil withered under Roman's' silent snarl with a pink-tinged face. Roman walked to Logan and the two muttered about magic that could fix it.

The son of Hades turned to Thomas and mumbled quietly, "You don't have anywhere I could... Hide, do you?"

Thomas instantly understood the vague question instantly. "I usually hide under the window in my bedroom, if that sounds okay."

"Mm..." Went Virgil, taking a glance at the others, still keeping very quiet. "What about, maybe, a table or something?"

"There's my desk in my study. That's basically a table."

"Where?"

"Upstairs, door to the left."

Virgil nodded, eyes downcast, and he walked up the stairs quickly. He did it oddly, going up on all fours for some reason, like a scared wolf.

Roman snorted with a roll of his eyes. "Patton, is your cousin okay? He's so off."

Patton gave Roman a withering glare. "He's perfectly normal, Roman. Say another bad word about him and I'll kick you all the way back to Olympus."

"Fine, okay, it was just a question!" Roman raised his hands up defensively. "He's just kinda weird."

Logan shrugged. "I mean, it makes sense. His father hardly ever lets him socialize. He's only ever had the company of dead souls and a three-headed dog: it's no surprise he is a little... inexperienced around others."

Thomas frowned. "Why don't you guys like him?"

Roman pouted faintly. "He turned invisible and scared me with Medusa's' head and didn't say sorry..."

"He did say sorry! I'm sure he did!" Protested Patton. He crossed his arms sulkily. "Besides, he was just trying to prank you! It was harmless!"

Logan cleared his throat, locking the spine in place of the binding of the book. "But, Patton, surely there would be better ways to introduce himself. Roman hates surprises unless they are committed by those he trusts or they are romantic. No god has spoken to Virgil before."

"So, you guys are really Gods?" Thomas interrupted. It was a stupid question, obviously, but the shock was still there.

"Yes, we are. But we're not, like, capital 'G', we're baby 'g'. The big 'G' Gods are our parents. We're baby 'g' gods." Patton explained.

Thomas nodded. "Oh, right. I get it." He didn't get it.

Logan gasped happily. "The Book is fixed!"

"See, Roman? We didn't have to yell at Virgil!" Smiled Patton.

Roman sulked quietly.