I have a feeling, Logan is really out of Character in this, and it's mostly because it's an Au, and I can't write Logan to save my life, but at the same time, he's pretty sweet and cute and it's Analogical fluff, so... Yeah, enjoy 11,000 words of pre-Analogical to Cute Analogical.

Also, if I made any typos, please point them out/correct me because I wrote this over the course of a few days and it's long, and I'm bound to have missed a few.

T.W. Anxiety, Mentions of Death, A Car Accident (All minor), Mentions of Drunk Driving, Mentions of surgery, A Small argument, and Small bits of Sad Virgil... Most of it's all minor stuff, and I don't think there's anything else. Let me know if I missed anything.

Virgil was used to not hearing by now. Sure, it was still a bit weird to see people's lips move and not hear anything to go alongside it, but that was just how he lived. He read their lips, signed to them, and he made it work. His best friend was his translator, and he couldn't ask for anyone better in his life.

Ever since he was seven, he'd not heard a thing. To be fair, it was his parents' fault, they were drunk, and he was too young to know better. They caused the crash, his dad died, and his mum ended up in jail. Vehicular manslaughter. Meaning, he ended up in his best friend's house, living with a completely new family, even if they were like a second family to him.

Patton helped him through everything. He went out of his way to learn sign language, to defend Virgil when anyone was rude to or about him. He completely altered his way of living just to accommodate Virgil, and for that, Virgil was forever in his debt. He wasn't sure how he would ever be able to repay his best friend for everything he did. Or his best friends Parents. Virgil owed his life to the family, and to have Patton become an almost brother to him, made him feel so much happier.

Sure, the school still sucked sometimes, but that was bound to happen. It was high school. There was no deaf school in the area that was remotely affordable, so, Virgil had to deal with the terror that was a hearing high school. Sure, it wasn't fun, but people weren't too bad about it most of the time. They respected him, and they never forced him to do anything like present. Sure, in group projects it was hard, but it worked itself out, especially when Patton was there to help.

He never really made any more friends, but he didn't mind, not when he had Patton. Patton was a social butterfly compared to him, but Patton never really made him feel bad for not wanting to talk to more people. As long as Virgil was happy, Patton was too, or at least, that was always what he claimed.

Virgil never really wanted to make his best friend feel bad about just hanging around with him, but Patton always reassured him that it was okay, that there was nothing wrong with him just hanging around with him. Patton wanted to make sure Virgil was comfortable.

Ten years ago, Virgil wouldn't have ever dreamed of relying solely on one person, but now, it seemed that one person was all he had, and as he entered his senior year of high school, there was no one he'd rather be going into that grade with.

Like most other mornings, Patton woke Virgil up with a soft touch to his shoulder, where he waited until Virgil's eyes opened to even try and talk to him. When he first woke up, he wasn't very responsive, and couldn't read lips too well, so Patton usually just signed to him until they went down for breakfast.

One thing Virgil never tried to do after the accident was talking. He was too scared to never hear himself again, and he really didn't have the energy to attempt it. So, he relied on writing things down for the longest time. Learning sign language was hard, especially since it was his fourth language. He spoke French, English, Spanish and now ASL. Not that it was really a 'spoken' language, but it was still something completely new. Sure, he still stumbled over words sometimes, and somehow managed to learn a few things in other countries Sign Languages, which occasionally led to confusion.

Patton smiled his signature wide grin and began signing rapidly to his friend, hoping he was just as excited to begin the last year of high school as he was.

Pat, slow down, please.

Virgil managed, his eyes barely open. He couldn't focus on his hands at all, so to have him signing as fast as he was made it difficult to deal with.

Sorry, V, I'm really excited. I can't wait for us to finally graduate. We've been through so much, and maybe we'll both find our Prince Charmings this year.

Virgil thoroughly doubted that. No one wanted to be seen with the deaf kid. No one wanted the burden. Virgil didn't once doubt that. He knew how many people hated the fact that they had to be in a group with him or even talk to him.

There was one person Virgil had his eye on, not that he'd ever admitted it to Patton since Patton was always the "go get 'em" type. Logan. Logan Bryan. The smartest boy in their class, the cutest boy in Virgil's opinion. But the one thing Logan didn't know how to do was talk to Virgil. He didn't know ASL, he didn't know how to deal with emotions, or any of that, which meant, Virgil wasn't going to even attempt to approach him, not unless it was vital.

Patton, however, had his eye on Roman Rouge. He was the biggest drama geek in the school, and he was just as extravagant as Patton, if not more so. He was fairly good looking, and Virgil could see why Patton liked him, but Virgil wasn't sure about him. Not for any reason other than, Roman was way outside of his comfort zone. Patton had done nothing but talk about Roman all summer. How cute he was, how much Patton adored him, and how he was going to talk to him when school started up.

Do you think Roman will remember me? Or want to even talk to me? Maybe I'd be coming off a bit strong if I went up to him. Maybe I should accidentally bump into him, or what if...

Patton. Chill. If Roman is anything like you say he is, then it's fine. Just be yourself. Clearly, if he doesn't like you, then he's just a flirt and an asshole.

Virgil sighed and looked up at his friend who nodded slightly, a smile tugging at his lips.

Now, leave, so I can get ready, I'll see you downstairs. Save me some breakfast, you fiend.

Virgil shooed Patton out of his room and shut the door, sighing. His friend was amazing, but sometimes, he was a bit too much to handle first thing in the morning. He moved to his closet.

What to wear? Black, black, or maybe a bit of black? Sure, he was the embodiment of a dark and stormy night, but he didn't care. That was who he was, and he ended up often spending more time in his own head than he did in the real world, so what did it matter what he wore?

One day, he'd wear that splash of purple he kept mentioning to Patton, but for now, he was terrified of that idea, and he would much rather stay invisibly obvious.

He tugged on his regular clothing, combed through his hair and applied what little makeup he wore, before packing his bag and heading downstairs. He sat at the table, sliding his hand into Patton's.

Often, he'd tug at the side of Patton's shirt or his cardigan and slide his hand into Patton's, but lately, he'd taken to just holding onto Patton's hand when need be. Not for any reason other than he needed the reassurance. Patton never seemed to care, he was happy to be of assistance.

Virgil grabbed a slice of toast and put it on the plate in front of him. He wasn't sure if he could even bring himself to eat it, but if it was there, he was at least trying. He stared at the melting butter, and he sighed. He really didn't want to have the food in his stomach, it ended up weighing him down and making him feel worse.

Patton tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn his attention to his friend.

Come on V, you need to eat. Please?

I can't. I can't. I just... I feel so sick already.

Patton sighed and looked to his parents, seeing the sad looks on their faces.

"Virgil, you need to eat." Patton's mother spoke after she rested a hand on his arm and got him to turn to her.

I can't.

He stared at the plate and sighed. He couldn't do it. He pulled his arm from her hand and walked away, grabbing his bag in the process. He wasn't sure what he could do to make himself feel better.

He walked out onto the street, watching as the world went by. It was kind of odd, seeing all the commotion and not hearing it. It was like a silent movie.

Patton stopped next to him, sliding his hand into Virgil's, causing him to smile weakly.

I'm sorry. I just... I can't face eating. Too much to think about.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologise for your anxiety. I get it, really."

Can we go? I don't want to be there when it gets busy. I want to be in class already...

"Of course. Do you mind stopping by Roman's locker with me though?"

Sure. You're hopeless, you know?

Patton grinned and nodded, pulling Virgil along, having gripped onto his hand once more. They were used to the odd looks by now. No one really cared about them holding hands, it was more the exaggerated hand gestures and the staring at lips that really got to them. Sure, Virgil could act normal, and he was, there wasn't anything wrong with him, but when people didn't understand they assumed. When they assume, they make mistakes, and it ends up creating a new mess to clean up.

Virgil smiled at his friend. Patton was always so cheerful and Virgil didn't know how he did it. Even when he seemed sad, he put up a happy front, usually, it'd be torn down by Virgil later in the day because he didn't want to cause a scene when he saw it happen, but Patton was always happy.

As they made it into the school, Virgil scanned the halls for any familiar faces. He didn't know many people by name, but there were a few he saw a few times around the school. As he did so, Patton darted behind his back, leaving him to stand there, very confused.

He turned to face Patton, clearly asking for an explanation, but when Patton pointed behind him, Virgil realised he was hiding from Roman.

Go and talk to him. You always tell me to pursue whatever I'm after, so go. You say he's a good guy, so why not?

Patton shrugged and glanced over Virgil's shoulder, seeing Roman rummaging in his locker. He nodded slightly and took Virgil's hand, pulling him over to the male he was crushing on.

"Roman?" Patton spoke up, his hand never leaving Virgil's.

Roman turned around and smiled upon seeing Patton.

"Patton, how wonderful to see you."

"Hi..." He rubbed the back of his neck, and even without hearing the conversation, Virgil could tell it was awkward.

"Are you okay, did you need something?"

"Well, I was hoping we could maybe get to know one another a bit better and maybe go on a date or something. Sorry, if it's too forward, I can go back a bit?"

Roman laughed softly, and Virgil could see the fondness in his eyes. "No, you're not too forward. I just thought you were with Virgil... I mean, you're always holding hands and you're always together, so I guessed you guys had a thing."

Virgil frowned as he read Roman's lips. Did people think that? He thought it was pretty clear they were friends.

Does he think we are a thing? But we're just friends, how do people misread that?

I don't know, it's slightly odd though. Are we really that close?

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm slightly confused, here."

"Sorry. It's my fault." Patton grinned, turning back to Roman. "Virgil can read lips and he understood what you said, so he was clarifying that he saw right. Do other people think we're together?"

"I mean, yeah... I guess that's why you guys are left alone most of the time. No one wants to interrupt a happy couple..."

But we're not... I just... Virgil huffed slightly, running a hand through his hair. Trying to convey what he thought was hard. I thought people didn't like me, I thought they thought I was a burden and they didn't want to get to know me because I'm weird.

"What?" Patton frowned, fully facing Virgil, reading every emotion that was shown on his face. Virgil, no one thinks you're a burden, and people fear the unknown, so when you or I start signing, it makes it hard for them to understand, and they fear that they are intruding on a foundation built long ago.

"Is now a good time to be having this conversation?" Roman sighed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and back again.

"I'm sorry... He gets... Anxious, because he can't hear, and he hates when he can't understand things. I just... You never gave me a straight answer..."

"I can't give you a straight answer, because I'm not straight... But, yes, a date would be nice. How about coffee tomorrow afternoon?"

"I think that's good. I have your number in case anything comes up."

"Okay. I'll see you around Patton. Bye Virgil." He waved to Virgil and smiled weakly as he walked off.

Sorry, I probably ruined that, you should've come on your own.

No, V, I wanted you here, you can't help who you are. Your anxiety gets the best of you sometimes, and that's okay.

Virgil nodded and linked arms with Patton, walking off down the hall to their first class.

Their walk was cut short by Virgil paying too much attention to Patton signing something and not enough attention to the other people in the hallway. He crashed into someone, sending their books along the floor, and causing him to end up on his butt, on the floor.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. He signed over and over again, reaching for a few of the books that landed near him.

Patton translated for him, noticing how red he seemed to go the more he thought about what had happened.

"It's okay." The other person said, sending a small smile to him, only to frown when he realised Virgil couldn't hear him.

Virgil looked up, almost dropping the books he had in his hand. He'd crashed into Logan. It wasn't just some random kid he'd never see again. It was Logan.

I'm sorry...

"Stop apologising, no harm was done, we're both alive."

Virgil nodded slightly, reading his lips. Usually, it made people uncomfortable to have him stare at their lips for too long, but for some reason, Virgil kept glancing back up at Logan's eyes. They were a brilliant shade of blue mixed with grey, and Virgil was entranced by them.

He quickly realised he was staring and handed the books to Logan before standing up and brushing himself off, ignoring the burning gaze from Patton. He raised his hand, going to apologise again, only to catch himself and stop.

I'll see you around.

He managed to sign, his hands slightly shaky, and he linked arms with Patton, waiting for his friend to translate, before they walked off, this time, not crashing into anyone.

What was that?

Patton signed once they were sat in their classroom. Virgil flushed a deep red under Patton's gaze.

What do you mean?

When you crashed into Logan, you completely shut down.

I panicked.

But why? You know Logan, he's so nice.

Maybe because he's nice. Maybe because he's always tried to be accommodating, even though he can't talk to me, not really. Maybe because I've had a crush on him for almost a year now and I will never say anything to him about it because if I do, he'll hate me, and I don't want the one other person who seems to think of me as a decent person to hate me.

Wait... Do you have a crush on Logan?

I didn't mean to tell you that.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you to get all pushy and make me talk to him! You're always telling me to go after what I want, and yeah, I like him, but I don't want to risk losing him. He seems so nice, and I just want another friend to treat me the way you do. I just... I don't want to lose a decent person in my life.

Virgil, I didn't know that's how you felt. I didn't even know you liked anyone. I just... I pushed you to try and get to know people, all the while you were so conflicted and it took you months to tell me... I thought we got past the struggling to talk about things.

No, we didn't. I can't tell you things because I'm scared of how you'll react. It's just how I live now. I'm scared to even try and be myself because I don't want people laughing at me. I have enough anxiety about what is potentially said behind my back, I don't want to add more fuel to the flame.

You know I'll defend you.

I know. I know that, but I'm also scared that one day you'll see me the way other people see me. Helpless and alone and pathetic.

Virgil...

Don't try to tell me I'm not. I know how helpless I am. I can't do anything quietly, I can't sit still and it annoys everyone else, I can't talk to anyone and I can't do anything properly because I have to stare at people's mouths just to get a snippet of what they're saying. Patton, I lost my hearing and I don't know how to deal with it sometimes. I think back to when I could hear... I don't remember your voice anymore... It's been ten years and I want to hear it again. I want to hear things the way I used to, and I pretend it doesn't bother me, but it does. Because I can't ever have that again. I lost something that made me... Me, and it sucks. I can't listen to music, I can't dance, I can't talk, I can't sing... I can't do anything that I wanted to do... And I miss you...

I'm right here, I always have been, and please don't cry, you'll make me cry.

Patton reached up and cupped Virgil's face, ready to catch any tears that could potentially fall. He hated when Virgil got to be so vulnerable, and he hated seeing Virgil upset over his hearing. It didn't happen often, but there were times when it came back full force and it sucked.

I mean, I miss the way we used to be. You cared for me but we were so carefree, and I miss us being that way. Now, it's all about defending me and making sure I'm okay. I'm always anxious and I don't know how to change that. I'm not who I was, and neither are you and I miss that.

Virgil pulled himself out of Patton's grip, closing his eyes and letting a few tears slip as he buried his face in his hands. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it. He hated feeling vulnerable, and he couldn't face Patton. Sure, he'd cried often enough in front of him, but never when they were in public.

He felt a hand on his back and he sighed. He didn't want sympathy, he didn't know what he wanted, he just wanted to be a child again.

He looked to his friend, who was talking to someone else. He wasn't sure who, since he hadn't looked in front of him yet, but he didn't want to. He was sure his eyes were red, and he didn't want to explain why he'd been crying.

Logan and Roman want to know if you're okay and if they can be part of the table group.

Sure.

In all fairness, Virgil didn't care who sat with them. They couldn't annoy him unless they either hit him repeatedly or threw stuff at him. Then again, having Roman and Logan as table mates didn't seem like a recipe for disaster, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

You never answered the other part, are you okay?

Not particularly, but I'll live.

Oh.

"Patton?" Roman spoke up causing both Patton and Virgil to glance in his direction, Virgil mostly turned due to Patton turning.

"What's up?"

"Are we intruding on anything, I feel like we may have just interrupted an important conversation."

No. We finished before you came over. I think. I never heard you guys come in, so...

"Virgil!" Patton hit him on the arm softly. "You're not supposed to make those jokes. The doctor..."

I don't care. Okay, just please stop talking.

"What did he say?" Roman frowned.

"He said that you guys didn't interrupt anything, we were done before you came in. Or at least he thought you had, he never heard you come in."

"And why is he not supposed to joke like that? Surely he's allowed to since he's the one being deaf affected?"

"The doctor said it's bad for his self-esteem, something about the more he dwells on it, the worse he'll make himself."

Patton, please shut up.

"Why? They're trying to befriend you, they want to be around you, they should know these things!"

Not really. They're not my friends, they're not important to me right now, and I wish you'd listen to me because clearly, I'm not comfortable with you talking about it with them! I asked you to stop so please just stop.

Patton scanned his face, frowning slightly as he realised how much it affected him.

It's not a personal thing, I just don't think they need to know what the doctor did or didn't say to me, because they're not close enough to have that information yet. Maybe if Roman ever becomes your boyfriend or my friend, or if Logan and I, by some miracle, end up together, maybe then we can talk about it with them, but it's unlikely that Logan will ever need to know this stuff.

I'm sorry, V. I just... I thought you... I'm sorry.

Virgil shrugged and pulled out his notebook and pens, going back to the art he'd been doing over summer, leaving the other three to their own devices. He didn't want to talk to them, he didn't want to attempt to deal with it at all, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

-

Lunch could not get any worse. Sure, Virgil couldn't hear, but that didn't mean that he didn't feel the vibrations of everyone, and he was stuck with both Roman and Patton being major disasters.

He was all for Patton getting a boyfriend since he'd gone almost the entirety of High School tending to Virgil's needs, but that didn't mean he wanted to see them being such disasters, they were awful!

Patton just grinned and hardly said anything, and Roman kept babbling on about whatever, Virgil wasn't listening, well, paying attention to what he had to say. Not that any of it really concerned him, and he didn't want it to concern him, but sometimes he had to pay attention due to Patton's lack of a filter. On a good day, he at least had some filter, but whenever he was around Roman, he seemed to have none. He just said whatever came to mind, and that could be a mistake.

Virgil?

Yes?

Roman wants to know if you're going to the dance in a few months.

No. Like I'd put myself in a crowded situation, in which no one would even want to be around me or dance with me because I'm deaf and have no rhythm. Not to mention, the one person I would want to go with probably has no interest in me whatsoever, so no. I'm not going to go. I'm guessing he wants to take you though, because why wouldn't he?

Virgil was slightly salty about it. He wanted to go, but he knew he'd end up dealing with too much anxiety and probably not even finish the night. He'd spend it alone, so why not just stay in his bedroom and eat ice cream whilst binge-watching whatever TV show he could find.

Well, Roman thought that maybe the three of us could go together, and maybe someone would like to dance with you, plus you can feel the vibrations of the music. It's so loud, so it shouldn't be a problem if you took your shoes off?

I appreciate it, but still, no. I'll end up alone. I don't want to ruin the prom for you guys, so you should go together and have a good night.

He smiled weakly, turning his attention back to the drawing he'd been working on all morning. He wasn't really sure what it was, more a jumble of lines and shapes, coming together to form some form of a social thing. It seemed to conform to societies normals, whilst being abstract and completely individual.

A hand waved in his line of view and he turned to face it, seeing Logan stood there. When he realised he had Virgil's attention, he decided to speak.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Virgil nodded and moved his stuff over, giving him room to sit down and have his own space to breathe.

Talk to him

Virgil frowned and shook his head. There was no way in hell that Virgil was going to attempt to hold a conversation with Logan, not when Patton wasn't going to be paying full attention. Not to mention how little he knew about talking to anyone. Sure, he didn't mind writing things down to talk to them, but it kind of sucked when they verbally responded and he had to focus on the words, instead of them writing back to him.

Why not? This is your chance.

Because it's him, I'm not going to attempt to screw things up.

You won't screw it up.

You don't know that.

Virgil huffed and realised he had both Roman and Logan's attention on him and he frowned, glancing between the two.

What?

They... Patton paused, trying to figure out how to tell Virgil what they said. Roman somehow convinced Logan to go to the dance... So, if you would come, you could go with him. But Logan doesn't seem to like that idea.

Of course, he doesn't. Why would he want to go with me?

That's the thing, he wouldn't mind going with you, but it's the group thing he doesn't like...

I don't like it either, and I don't want to go because someone decided to talk him into it. If he wanted to go with me, he could easily ask me. But he didn't, so, no.

Virgil closed his notebook and pushed it into his bag, before walking off, leaving the three of them sat in stunned silence, trying to figure out what just happened.

Sure, Virgil may have overreacted a bit, but when it came down to it, he didn't want to go to a dance because his best friend's crush set it up. He wanted someone to ask him because they liked him. Was he really that unlikeable and hopeless?

He stopped as he felt a hand on his wrist and he turned to face Logan, catching him finishing a sentence.

He looked around helplessly, trying to figure out how the hell they were supposed to communicate without Patton or a piece of paper.

"I asked if you were okay."

No... I'm not. Wait, you can't even understand me...

He sighed and reached into his pocket, hoping to find a piece of paper or something he could use. Finding nothing, he resorted to a simple nod, not wanting to explain to Logan what was going through his head.

"You don't seem okay..."

Virgil huffed and turned to walk away, only for Logan to stop him again.

"What happened back there, I didn't mean to happen..." Logan paused, trying to figure out his words. "I mean, sure, going to the dance would be nice, but if you... If you really think I'm that hopelessly stupid or whatever, you could've just said so, instead of running off."

Virgil tugged his bag off his shoulder and rummaged in it to find a pen and a notebook.

It's not that I don't want to go with you, it's more that I don't want it to be set up for me. I'm not completely useless, and when people baby me, I feel so hopeless and I hate it. So, it's not you. It was Roman and Patton.

"But, Patton's your best friend, and he was just..."

I know what he was doing, but I didn't want that. I know you probably don't even like me much. I'm just the deaf kid in the back of the room, who never does anything remotely useful, so, don't pretend you do like me.

"Virgil, I do like you, more than you know."

No. You don't. You're just pretending...

"Fine, I don't like you. I'm just faking how I feel, in order to make you feel better. Because I'm an emotionless robot, who doesn't even feel anything, to begin with.

I didn't say that!

"No, but you know that's what you were thinking and I think you don't realise who I am... I'm a guy who feels things way too deeply and when I try to articulate it, I can't even begin to get where I need to be. I try to talk to you, and I can't bring myself to do anything. I'm scared I'm going to offend you by saying something stupid."

Logan, I didn't mean... I just... I like you okay. I like you a lot, and I have for a while, but I...

He huffed and scribbled it all out, trying to say what he wanted to say without saying too much.

I like you, but I'm scared to lose a potential friend. I know you have feelings, and I... I know it's hard to admit sometimes. But I don't think you realise what you're signing up for. We can barely communicate with one another. You talk to me, and I write a response. I don't want to be with someone who I can't talk to comfortably. I want you to understand me when I sign because it's so much easier than this.

"I know. I want to learn, but it's so hard because I keep messing up, and every time I attempted it, I ended up offending someone."

Then let me teach you, or talk to Patton and have him teach you, he's so patient and would love to teach someone.

"Look, I appreciate it, but... I don't think I can do it."

Virgil stood for a moment, the pen slipping from his grip. Of course, he couldn't do it. No one ever could. No one wanted to take the time and really learn, it was too much effort and they didn't care enough.

I get it. I'll see you around.

He walked off, leaving Logan staring at him, wondering how he could have messed something up so badly.

Virgil ran a hand through his hair and tugged slightly, trying to keep himself from crying. He'd locked himself in the bathrooms, hoping Patton wouldn't try and find him. Sure, Patton always seemed to know when he felt bad about something, and there was the probability of Logan telling him everything, but Virgil didn't want to try and explain things to him.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he looked at it.

Patton: V, are you okay? Logan seemed really bummed out when he came back. Do you need to talk to someone?

Virgil: No. Please, just... Don't try and find me. I don't want to deal with it right now. He... He upset me pretty bad, honestly, and I don't want to talk to you about it. Maybe later?

Patton: If you're sure about that. I don't want you getting upset with me later for not talking to you. Also, would it be okay if Roman and I pushed our date to tonight? Or do you need me later?

Virgil: No, go on your date, get your Prince Charming, I'll be okay.

He would be, eventually, he'd just let himself cry it out when he got home, and tell Patton the abbreviated version where he didn't cry about it.

-

He lay on his back, the first day back at school could've gone a lot better, but he wasn't going to complain, at least he was able to go back to school. He just couldn't wait for it to all be over and he didn't have to worry about high school anymore.

He jumped as a hand rest on his arm and he glanced over to see Patton sat next to him, watching his face worriedly.

"What happened with Logan?"

He just... I thought it was going to work out, and maybe we would have the chance to actually have someone else in my life, but then... When I mentioned the possibility of him learning ASL, he just shut down and said he couldn't be bothered. I guess it got to me, because no one even tries to learn it, and I want to... I wanted him to learn so I could talk to him...

Oh, Kiddo, that sucks. Well, maybe you'll find your Prince Charming later on when we don't have Senior year to worry about.

Hey, how was your date with Roman?

He's such a gentleman, I think we're going to go on a few dates, and hopefully, we'll end up together. I think he's the one, V.

That's great, Pat, I'm happy for you.

I just hope someone comes along for you.

I'll be fine, no matter what, okay?

Patton smiled weakly and lay next to him, pulling him in for a hug, where they stayed for the rest of the evening, until dinner.

-

A few months passed, and Virgil still hadn't attempted to talk to Logan, which made English slightly awkward, but Roman and Patton definitely served to entertain. Roman had officially asked Patton to be his boyfriend a few weeks before the second semester began, and Virgil had somehow grown closer to Patton. Roman had slowly begun to learn ASL, making it much easier for them to communicate. Virgil was happy to have someone else in his life who seemed to care about him.

Virgil?

Hm?

Logan keeps trying to talk to you, why do you keep ignoring him?

I'm not interested in what he has to say, Ro. It's just... After what happened, I don't want to be hurt again.

He doesn't want to hurt you.

Then he should've tried to learn or at least explained why he couldn't learn ASL, but no, he just doesn't want to.

Virgil, he never... Roman paused, not knowing how to sign the word he wanted to use. He never meant to hurt you.

But he did, and I don't care for excuses. I just want to stop thinking about him... It. I want to stop thinking about it.

You signed him.

I meant it. Not him. I don't think about him. That's ridiculous.

Virgil, do you still like him?

Yeah. I do. And I hate that I do. I tried to hate him, I tried to ignore him, yet he's always there and I still really like him.

Then talk to him.

I can't! Roman, he doesn't understand me, and I just can't, okay?

No. It's not okay. You need to try and communicate with him.

Virgil frowned and looked at Patton, who had been talking to Logan and paying attention to their conversation at the same time. Virgil wasn't really sure how he could do it, but after so many years, it'd become second nature.

"Patton?" Logan's voice drew Patton back to the conversation at hand, frowning at Logan, thinking back to what Virgil had said.

"Did you... When you said to Virgil that you couldn't learn sign language, were you doing it to hurt him?"

"No, oh crap, of course not!" Logan ran a hand through his hair and looked at Virgil, who had turned a deep shade of red, having read Patton's lips. "I wouldn't ever intentionally hurt him. god, no, I lo-" He cut himself off, leaving Patton to finish the sentence in his mind.

"Then why?"

"I was scared that if I learned something new, just for him, I'd overwhelm him, and end up pushing him away. I thought that if we distance ourselves from one another, it'd be easier to let go."

"But you hurt him, and that's why he's not even trying to talk to you anymore." Roman cut in.

Virgil sighed and buried his head in his hands, why couldn't they just leave things alone? He didn't want to bother with a relationship, it'd end badly and he didn't think he could handle losing someone else in his life.

Please, stop. He managed to sign, not looking up to see if they even paid him any attention. I don't want to talk about it, I don't want him, it's not worth it, so please leave it alone.

Patton placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up slightly, frowning when Patton asked him to look at Logan.

"I'm sorry about before, I know it must've been hard for you to... To talk to me and even deal with the things that had been said. I never meant to hurt you or to make you think I didn't like you. I know I was selfish and hurtful, please, forgive me?"

Why? Why should I?

"Because I really like you, Virgil, more than I have anyone else."

You don't like me. You can't like me. I'm broken.

"No, you're not. I think you're perfect, and I really like you."

Virgil scanned Logan's face, feeling tears fill his eyes. Why did he like him? Why would he? He wasn't anything special, he was just Virgil. The deaf kid who hasn't said anything in ten years, and is hopelessly gay and in love with someone he may or may not have a chance with.

But you... I like you too, I told you that before, and I... I don't want to get hurt.

"I know I was stupid. Okay? I was a complete idiot and I definitely could've gone about it better, but I won't intentionally hurt you, if you'll give me a chance, please? I can make it up to you."

I don't know. It's a lot to... Think about. I want to, really, but... What about the communication barrier?

I learned a little.

Virgil couldn't stop the small smile from breaking out.

Why?

So I could say a few things.

Like what?

Will you go on a date with me?

Virgil nodded, his hands falling to the table. He was in shock, Logan learned some sign language, even after he told Virgil he couldn't. He went out of his way to try and make him feel better.

Why? Who?

"Patton. He knew how much my words bothered you, and he spent a long time teaching me. You're right, he is patient, and a good teacher."

Virgil ran a hand through his hair and looked over at Roman and Patton, who were murmuring to one another.

Wait, were they even paying attention? Or do you understand more than you can 'say'?

"I understood what you were saying, but I can't sign fluently, I'm still working on that."

Pat?

Yeah?

Thank you

For what, V?

For helping him... It sounds stupid, and it probably is, but it's made me stupidly happy, and... Thank you.

You know I'll do anything to see you smile. You're my best friend, and when you're sad and won't tell me why, I feel like I've messed up and I haven't done enough to keep you happy. I know how much you like him, so I felt as though I should. I taught them both at the same time, but because you talked to Roman more, he picked it up faster.

You always have and always will do too much for me. You took me in when I had nowhere else to go. You make sure I'm happy and you keep me safe. Patton, you've done more than I could ever ask for, so you don't need to worry about it. You need to care for yourself, not just me. I love you, but you do too much sometimes.

I know. But I want you happy. That's all I want. I love you too, and that's why I do it.

Virgil smiled softly and latched onto Patton's side, hugging him. He didn't want to let go. Things seemed to be looking up and Virgil was finally happy about something.

-

After a while of planning and back and forth texting, skyping, and signing in English class, they finally settled on the date night plans, and Virgil was practically vibrating with excitement.

Virgil looked at his outfit, it wasn't anything much, but somehow, he'd been pushed into wearing the purple button-up shirt he'd bought a while ago, paired with his black skinny jeans. It wasn't much, but it was enough that made him feel comfortable without flashing too much masculinity.

If it was up to Virgil, he'd have gone with the black and purple dress he had saved up for a special occasion, but he wasn't sure how Logan would've reacted, so he asked Roman for help, and there he was.

He looked in the mirror, Roman's hands on his shoulders, smiling at his reflection.

"What do you think?"

Virgil looked up to Roman, feeling the vibrations of his voice.

What?

What do you think?

I think I look good... Thank you. I feel really... Comfortable. Do you think he's going to like it?

Does it matter?

A little.

I think you look great, and if he has half the brain he claims to have, he will think so too.

Virgil flushed slightly at Roman's words. He felt so confident, and for once, he believed when someone else told him he looked good too.

Are you sure I look good?

Virgil, you look so fricken amazing, I'd date you if I wasn't with Patton.

No, you wouldn't.

No, probably not, but you get the idea. You look great.

Thanks, that means a lot.

Roman smiled and hugged him that bit tighter.

I know Patton's helping Logan, but I kind of wish he was here, I mean, I've never been on a date before, and I kind of hoped he'd be the one 'shipping' me off.

I know, but hey, you'll have a great time, and if he upsets you, we will beat him up.

No, you won't.

No, probably not, but you get the idea.

Yeah... I do. Thanks... For being here for me, it's really helped keep me semi calm about the whole thing. I don't even know how I ended up scoring a date with Logan...

Because you're an amazing guy, who knows who he is and what he wants. You are also terrible at telling people how you feel, but you're willing to work on things just to try to appease people. The point of that was supposed to be, that you're a great guy and you're finally getting what you deserve. You deserve to be happy, and I'm really happy that you're finally feeling that way.

Thanks, Ro. You're a nice guy when you're not insulting me.

No, hey!

Not this time around, I noticed the effort. But really, you're a nice guy, and I'm happy Patton ended up with you... He deserves to be happy too.

Oh! His birthday is coming up, what should I get him?

Honestly? I was going to ask you the same thing. He's impossible to buy for. He's always saying how money can't buy happiness, and he's happy with the people he has in his life, so... I don't know. Sorry.

I love him, but he's so difficult.

You love him?

I mean... Wait, I haven't... Please don't tell him. I had this whole plan laid out.

Don't worry about it, I won't say anything to him about it. Maybe that can be his birthday gift. You can set up the date you had in mind, and end it by being all sappy the way you guys are, and say 'I love you'.

Virge! That's a good idea!

I'm good for some things I guess.

Now we have to figure out what you're going to do for him.

No, now, I'm going to go on my date and hope I don't completely mess everything up.

You won't because he really likes you too.

Whatever I just want to get there so I stop being so anxious about it starting.

Good luck, I want to hear everything later.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Virgil smiled to himself and pocketed his phone, leaving the house and heading to the spot he and Logan had arranged to meet.

The walk there wasn't nearly long enough, and before Virgil knew it, he was stood outside the small cafe and he was waiting for Logan to show.

He tugged at the sleeves on his shirt, hoping to distract himself from the dull ache of an impending attack. He didn't want to slip into an anxious episode right as Logan was about to show up, but he didn't know what else he could do.

He jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder, and he whirled around, stopping short when he realised it was Logan.

Sorry, anxiety... I didn't hear you.

I'd hope you didn't, otherwise, you'd have some serious explaining to do.

I mean... You know what I meant.

I do. Are you ready to go, or do you want some coffee?

Are you buying?

Yes.

Then no.

Why not?

I don't need you buying everything for me. You already insisted on paying for dinner. At least let me buy you a coffee.

Fine. This once.

No. Not just this once, I'm allowed to buy you stuff too. It's only fair.

Fine. Happy now?

Very.

Virgil smiled and reached over to hold onto Logan's hand, only to realise what he was doing and pause. It was such second nature to him when he was around Patton, he'd forgotten that not everyone holds hands.

Do you want to hold my hand?

Is that okay?

Of course, it's perfectly fine.

Thank you.

He reached over and clasped Logan's hand in his own, wondering how it could feel so unfamiliar yet comfortable.

Logan led them into the cafe, ordering for the both of them, only pausing when the total was given, where he stepped aside and let Virgil pay.

They waited for their coffees to be done, and Virgil found himself inching closer to Logan, needing that bit more reassurance.

Thank you... For stepping aside, I mean. Patton doesn't always let me do normal things. I feel like he babies me sometimes, so... Being able to do stupid things like that remind me that I'm not different. Not in the way most people would think of me.

It's okay. Really, I get why you would need to be able to do those things. Are you ready to go and eat now?

Definitely, I'm starving. But, do we want to finish the coffee and stuff before we get there?

Probably.

Logan stepped away, going to get their coffees, thanking the barista for her help, before handing Virgil his own drink.

"This could be fun," Logan spoke as he looked at Virgil.

Virgil smiled and nodded, handing his drink back to Logan.

Tell me a story or something... I want to hear more about you.

"Okay," he paused and let Virgil take his drink back. "When I was seven, my sister thought it would be a good idea to convince me to stick my hand in the toilet, she then flushed it and proceded to mentally scar me."

How? Virgil managed to half sign the word before he realised Logan wasn't going to understand what he was asking.

"I don't really know why I got so freaked out, honestly. I was scared of a lot of things when I was younger. Mostly loud noises... I have two older sisters and an older brother. They were so loud, and more often than not, would be shouting at my parents. They'd slam doors and would make it hard to sleep at night. My dad eventually walked out, and that was that. My sisters went to college, my brother got a job a few hours away, and I haven't really heard from them since. My mum blames herself... I don't blame anyone, I just think my family didn't have the right chemistry."

Virgil handed Logan his drink and paused to sign. Why are you telling me this?

"Because it tells you who I am, just... Let me keep going a minute, you'll understand..." They continued their walk and, after Logan handed Virgil his drink back, brushed his knuckles against Virgil's.

Virgil wrapped his hand around Logan's, using it to support him slightly and sent him a small smile.

"After they left, I took it upon myself to try and be better than them. I'm the youngest, it's harder for me to exceed them. So, I worked harder in school, I proved to myself that they weren't who I had to live up to. As long as I did well in school, I would be okay. I exceeded everyone in my class, I took high school classes in middle school. I took college classes as a Freshman, yet I wasn't ever happy."

You didn't know why?

"Right." Logan paused and sat them both down on a bench, knowing it would be easier to talk if they were sat together. "I thought it was because I wasn't doing enough. Turns out, I hadn't planned on falling for someone. I thought I was this emotionless robot, and that I didn't need any of that stuff that holds people back. But I did, because I was lonely."

You needed friends.

"That's why I tried to talk to you and Patton. I thought that maybe you guys would be approachable, but then I remembered, I'd fallen hard and fast for you, and I couldn't ever bring myself to say or attempt to talk to you. So I stuck with being alone. Then I crashed into you that first day, you were so close to Patton, and I remember wondering if I was too late."

You made the same assumption Roman did.

"Yeah... I thought you were together, but then I saw them together, and I thought I might have a chance. I screwed it up. I screwed up because I didn't understand you, I didn't understand myself, and all I wanted was to be with you because I thought maybe I would stop feeling so lonely."

Do you?

"A little. Maybe things could be a lot less lonely if things work out."

Why did you tell me all this? It seems too personal and hard to talk about.

"It is, but I trust you. I trust you enough that I want you to know this stuff. I want you to understand who I am, and where I come from."

I appreciate that. A lot. Thank you.

"Do you mind if I ask you to share how you lost your hearing with me?"

I'd rather not talk about that, but I can share other stuff with you. Talking about my hearing is hard sometimes, and... I don't really feel like crying or being so... Negative, right now.

"That's okay." Logan smiled and squeezed his hand slightly.

Okay... Well, I'm due to graduate at 17 because I was able to skip a grade, you're not the only smart one. Patton and I have been friends since we were about three. We were neighbours for the longest time, and we would spend almost every day together. I shut down for a while at eight, because I didn't want to be different. Whenever I had Patton by my side, I felt invincible, like no one could bother me. He was always there and he's like a brother to me. As much as I pretend to hate him being so fatherly to me, I really like it... He makes me feel safe, and I couldn't ask for anyone better in my life. I actually appreciate him so much, I don't think I can ever repay him for what he's done.

"I think, now correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that as long as you go on to be happy, you will have repaid him for everything he's done. He did it all to make you happy."

I know. He did it because he loves me and wants me to have a good life. I just... What about when we move on? I don't want to lose him at all.

You won't. I don't think he'll ever want to leave you either.

Virgil traced the rim of his coffee cup with his finger, sighing deeply. He hadn't ever told anyone about the crash, yet there he was, considering telling Logan about it.

The crash... That's how I lost my hearing...

You don't have to tell me.

No, I want to. You told me so much, I want to... I was seven, I didn't know anything about alcohol, not really, and I wanted to go home. They were... Intoxicated, to say the least, and I should've listened to the waitress. She was saying about how we shouldn't drive home, we should get a taxi. My mum insisted she was fine. So she got behind the wheel.

"Virgil, really, please..." Logan sighed and squeezed his arm slightly. Don't tell me if you don't want to. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

Just let me, please?

Logan sighed and nodded.

We were okay, we were almost home... Then she just kept going, and she's the driver you hear about in all those hit and run things... Except she didn't run...

Virgil paused, his hands shaking slightly and he wrapped them around his coffee cup, taking a long drink, worrying about finishing the story.

She hit another car. Killed the driver in there, and a passenger. She sat stunned, and I don't know what happened, not really, but it was so loud, and the airbag went off... The screams and the tire and the airbag... They were the last things I heard. I got hit by the airbag and the doctors said something about how it damaged the bones in my ears, so I'd lost my hearing... I don't remember much about the noises, just that there was a loud ringing for the longest time, and after that, I heard nothing else. I know I got whiplash too... Blunt force trauma or something... Both of my ears were between 85 and 100 percent hearing loss.

Virgil, I'm sorry.

Don't be. My mum got what she deserved... Life in prison. Dad... Well, Dad could've done better than where he ended up, but what can I do? I got stuck in a bad place. I didn't know what was happening. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see my parents, I couldn't be a kid anymore. Patton was by my side the entire time. I remember the doctors writing me a note, saying they could operate on my ears and there was a small chance I could hear again...

You didn't take it?

No. How could I? I'd lost so much, I didn't want to have that small amount of hope snatched away too. So, I ended up telling them no. I never spoke again... Patton was really upset about it at first. Said he loved hearing me sing... I felt guilty... I know I have the potential to learn again... I just don't think I can bring myself to even try. It took me years to even learn ASL. I knew French, Spanish, and English. This was the fourth language I was going to learn, and it was hard. I also somehow learned some stuff in Spanish Sign Language and some other foreign ones, but I don't know them very well.

I'm proud of you, though.

So is Patton. Says I've come a long way. And yeah, I have. I learned a new way of living, I got my best friend as my family, and I finally found someone I have a chance with. I'm finally happy, Lo. I finally feel as though I'm at a place in my life where things might be changing for the better.

I think you might be right.

Virgil laughed softly and looked at the small amount of coffee left in his cup.

Thank you.

For what?

For giving me a chance, for proving me wrong. I am likeable, loveable...

Of course, you are. Virgil, you're amazing, and I meant what I said. You're perfect, and maybe one day, you can try and talk again, but you know what?

What?

I don't care if you never speak, you made this life for yourself, you overcame a huge obstacle, and you're still breathing. That takes a lot of courage and strength.

Thank you.

You don't need to thank me, I'm just trying to be a good friend.

Would you ever consider being with me... In a romantic way?

Isn't this what this is?

I mean... Like, really making a life with me? Even if I'm deaf and you're not?

Virgil, I really like you, if I could make a life with someone who was completely different to me in all the best ways possible, then yeah, I'd love that.

Virgil looked up at him and scanned his face. He meant it. He really meant it, and Virgil couldn't help but grin madly.

You look so pretty when you smile.

He blushed slightly and looked away, glancing around the moderately empty park.

I'm still hungry... Do you mind if we...?

Not at all.

Logan disposed of their cups and took Virgil's hand, leading him to the small diner to have their dinner and finish their date.

-

I'm so in love.

Virgil flopped onto Patton's bed, barely missing Roman's feet. The date had ended a while ago, and Virgil couldn't stop smiling.

Tell me what happened then! Roman nudged his shoulder and he grinned, blushing slightly.

God, he's perfect, Ro. I really like him. I can't even begin to describe it. He makes my heart race is the best way possible and I can't stop smiling when I'm around him. He's so easy to talk to, and I just trust him so much. He didn't care that we had to stop every few minutes so I could hand him my drink and reply to him, he just went with it, and he wanted to make me happy. He told me so much and I can't help it... Ro, I swear, he's so perfect.

Are you going to ask him to the dance?

I think I want to at least try.

Patton bounded into the room and sat at the edge of the bed, grinning from ear to ear.

So, tell us everything!

Well, we met at the coffee shop, and we got coffee, and when I asked if I could pay, he didn't seem to care, and he just... He let me feel like I was normal... Like I wasn't deaf and this kind of stuff was completely normal. It felt so right. We went for a walk in the park and then sat for a bit on one of the benches, talking and listening... Well, he listened, I couldn't... He told me about himself, and it sounds so stupid, but the mundane stuff, his family life, his school life, who he really was. I was able to just tell him so much.

Even the crash?

Yeah... It was hard, but he let me do it, he let me take my time and he just waited. He was so patient, and... Then he took me to that diner in town, he translated everything to the waitress, and he made sure to remind me that things were okay and that I looked good and he called me pretty and... I know it's not what guys want to hear, well, usually it's not, but I loved when he told me that. It made me feel so good.

Virgil grinned, his hand clutching at the jacket around his shoulders. He'd do the night over a thousand times if it ended with him feeling this way all the time.

I want to do it again and again and again. God, Pat... He's so amazing.

I'm glad you're happy, kiddo. I'm glad you finally feel as though things are slotting into place.

Virgil smiled and looked at his friends. What he did to deserve these people, he didn't know, but he appreciated them so much.

-

Virgil tapped his foot and waited for Logan. He'd been waiting by his locker for a while now, and Logan had yet to show up. They'd been on a few dates since the first one, and Virgil was hoping to be able to ask Logan to the prom at some point, but he hadn't shown up.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Virgil frowned, missing everything he'd just said.

What?

Sorry, I'm late.

Oh, don't worry about it. I have something to ask you, and it's okay if you say no, I just want to know for my peace of mind.

What's up?

Will you go to prom with me?

Logan smiled and took Virgil's hand, leading him to their desks in English, where a small white envelope sat with a single rose.

What's this?

Open it.

Virgil, you know I'm not good with words, but Roman insisted I wrote this down. These past few months have really made me feel included in your little bubble, and I would love nothing more than if you would go to Prom with me. Yours truly, Logan.

Wait... You... We...

I know. I didn't know you were going to ask me and Roman kept pestering...

I'd love to go with you.

I'd like to go with you too.

Virgil grinned and threw his arms around Logan's shoulders, laughing softly as he felt Logan lose his balance slightly.

He stepped back and perched on the edge of the table, smiling as Logan stayed close to him. He pulled Logan slightly closer, and Logan seemed to get the idea, leaning down and going to close the gap.

Just before their lips connected, Patton and Roman came bounding into the classroom, babbling incoherently at Logan, leaving Virgil to sit there hiding in his hoodie, blushing, and leaving Logan to try and decipher what they were saying.

What the heck was that?

Ro! You ruined it!

What?

He was about to kiss me, you idiot.

He was?

Roman grinned and gripped Virgil's arms. His eyes were sparkling and Virgil could tell he was plotting something.

Yes!

Then we must make it our mission that by the end of prom night, you two will have shared your first kiss.

No, Roman, please, just... Lay off. Let me take my relationship at the pace I want to take it at.

Fine. You're boring though.

Whatever.

Virgil smiled softly and watched as Roman went back over to Patton pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and taking his seat, pulling Patton into his lap.

Maybe one day, he and Logan would have something like that.

Lo? Virgil waved his hand in Logan's field of vision, smiling when he turned to face him. Quick question regarding prom?

Sure, what's up?

If I have the confidence on the night, can I wear a dress, is that okay?

If you have the confidence and you would be comfortable, then of course. You do you.

Virgil nodded slightly and smiled. Logan was too good for him, but he was happy to have him in his life.

-

Virgil sighed and pressed down the wrinkles in his pants. He ended up changing his mind about the dress, opting for a suit instead. He looked good either way and as long as he was comfortable, he didn't care.

He was wearing a magenta shirt, paired with black slacks and a black jacket, the same one he'd borrowed from Logan on their first date.

He just hoped Logan didn't mind too much that most of the night would be spent with him not wearing shoes.

He looked up as the door opened, seeing the reflection of it in the mirror.

Ready to go, V?

Patton stood in front of him, grinning from ear to eat. He was in his light blue dress, with slight pink embellishments.

You look stunning, Pat.

Thanks, so do you.

Thanks... Yeah, let's go.

The walk to the school was fairly free of conversation, Patton didn' know what to say to ease Virgil's nerves, and Virgil didn't know what to say to distract himself.

As they reached their school, their eyes landed on their respective dates, and their jaws dropped.

Roman was in his red and black suit, while Logan was in a navy blue and white one, perfectly countering their dates.

You look amazing. Logan signed as he walked over to Virgil, pulling him in for a hug.

You too. Virgil managed after they'd parted.

-

After two hours into the dance, both Virgil and Logan were struggling to keep up with one another, and it had gotten to be too crowded, so they ended up outside the school, walking towards the park and to get a cup of coffee each.

Virgil slipped his hand into Logan's smiling when he squeezed Virgil's slightly. They didn't feel the need to try and communicate, everything seemed perfect, and they didn't think it needed to be disturbed

By the time they'd gotten to the cafe, Virgil sighed, smiling at the familiar atmosphere of the coffee house. Most of their other dates had been spent there, it being an easy place to sit and talk and just spend time together.

The regular?

Yeah, please.

Are you paying?

I don't mind. I can do.

Logan smiled and ordered for them both, stepping aside so Virgil could pay. When he'd slipped the change back into his wallet, he stepped closer to Logan, stealing some of his warmth.

Are you okay?

Yeah, a little cold and tired though.

Well, how about we have the coffee, go to that bridge, and end the night there. I can walk you home and then you can wait up until Patton comes home?

That sounds like a nice idea.

Logan wrapped his arms around Virgil's torso from behind, and the two stayed that way until their order had been made.

The walk to the park was spent the same way as their first date. Logan talking about things, and them pausing every few minutes so Virgil could hand off his drink, sign a reply, and then get his drink back and they'd resume their walk.

It wasn't anything overly expensive or extravagant, but it was enough to Virgil, and he was happy to be spending the night with Logan at all.

By the time they reached the bridge, their coffee cups were long gone, and they'd been holding hands, walking in their own kind of silence for a while.

So, what happened in English the other week... Virgil started, looking up at Logan, blushing when he realised Logan had been watching him.

What about it?

I mean... Would you mind if we... Retried that?

I wouldn't mind at all.

Virgil nodded slightly and glanced back out at the water. For some reason, he was extremely anxious about the idea of kissing Logan, even though it had nearly happened a few weeks ago.

Do you want to?

Yeah, I do... I just got really anxious all of a sudden.

That's okay, take your time.

Virgil stepped closer to Logan, wrapping his arms around Logan's shoulders, both to steady himself and to help him get the lift he needed to connect their lips.

Only when Logan's hands had found their way around Virgil's waist, did Virgil lean forward and connect their lips.

It wasn't anything much, but it was enough for Virgil, and it was definitely more than a perfect first kiss.

When they parted, Logan pulled his hands from around Virgil's waist, signing five words.

Will you be my boyfriend?

Yes. I will.

And just like that, Virgil had started the night wondering if Logan would worry about what he was wearing, only for it to end with Logan kissing him and asking him to be his boyfriend.

Can I kiss you, again? Virgil managed to sign, smiling as Logan leaned forward and closed the gap once more.

And he definitely had a lot to tell Patton when he got home that night.

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