I'm addicted to you
To your love
To your eyes
To everything about you.

Virgil smiled as he looked across the room, to where his boyfriends were sat. He didn't know what he did to deserve them, but he adored them, and he didn't know what he would do without them.

He loved them more than he could comprehend, and he didn't want to let them go, he was addicted to them. They were the thing that kept him going day in, day out.

Their eyes. The brown that swirled through them. How they were so welcoming, yet they all had something different about the brown that was there.

Roman's eyes were fierce, protecting, strong. Patton's were kind, loving, gentle. Logan's were a wall, keeping people out, but loving all the same. And Virgil's. Virgil's were empty, boring, bland.

As much as his boyfriends would disagree, his eyes were nothing compared to theirs.

Their lips. They were soft, slightly chapped at times, but it didn't matter. Whenever he kissed any of them, it was soft, loving, and it meant more to him than anything else in the world. He loved their kisses. Loving, soft, gentle, caring.

Their words. All spoken differently, but Virgil didn't care. Logan's words were sharp and abrupt, but he meant everything he said. Roman's words were eloquent and loving but meant more than anything else. Patton's words were soft and bubbly, but he spoke more about loving his boyfriends.

Virgil wasn't sure what they saw in him, but he didn't care. He was happy they saw enough in him to love him the way they did. He didn't know what he'd do if they didn't care about him in the way he wanted them to.

"Virge?" He looked over to Patton, and smiled, loving the way his nickname rolled off Morality's tongue.

"What's up?"

"Movie?" Roman interjected, and Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Sure."

He looked at his notebook and smiled, he didn't need it, but it made him feel better to be able to write down how he felt about his boyfriends.

I'm addicted to your touch,
To your smile,
To who you are,
I'm addicted to everything about you.

Virgil slid into the cuddle pile on the sofa, and let himself be held. He may not have been the perfect side or perfect boyfriend, but he was happy, and that was all that mattered to him, and to his boyfriends.

-

He rolled onto his side and looked at Roman, who was snoring softly. He smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, before moving to press and kiss to both Patton's and Logan's forehead.

He placed his notebook next to Roman's sash, and Logan's and Patton's glasses, ready for them to see it when they woke up.

He walked to the kitchen and pulled out the ingredients to make them breakfast, and he smiled as he hummed to himself.

-

I'm addicted to the way I feel when I look at you,
The way I feel about you,
The way you look at me,
To everything about you.
I love you more than I can ever tell you.

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to Logan's lips as he walked into the kitchen, before handing him his coffee and going back to making breakfast.

He felt a pair of arms circle around his waist and felt a kiss be pressed to the side of his head. He turned around in Roman's arms and let him press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Patton was the last to come in, and he threw his arms around Virgil's neck, pulling him into a tight hug, telling him how much he loved him.

Even though things weren't perfect, and Virgil didn't know what he was doing half the time, he didn't care, as long as he had his boyfriends by his side.

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