"Roman!" a sweet voice sang as soon as the door was opened. The two males entered the house and saw a women walking towards then with arms open. She wrapped her arms around her son and giving a gental squeeze before letting go. "Where have you been, child?" She glanced at Virgil and took in his details and noticing dried tear tracks.

"Hello there, I'm Roman's mother, but you may call me Elizabeth." Virgil nodded and kept quiet. Taking in her details. Long wavy, hair the same dark chocolate and caramel colour as Roman's. Soft skin and bright eyes, and as promised, a beautiful smile that brightened her whole face.

"Mum, this is Virgil."
"Ahh... So I finally meet you~" Virgil looked between Roman and his mother confused.
"W-what do you m-mean... 'finally'?" Roman went wide eyed as he tried not to put his fist in his mouth at the fear of what was about to happen.
"Oh~ Roman used to go on little rants talking about how cute the emo boy named Virgil wa-" Roman pushed his mother away back into the other room and shutting the door while Virgil stood there blushing with a small smile.

"S-sorry about her..." Roman rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and looked towards the stairs as slow banging came down. Two feet turned into two legs sat at the bottom of the stairs before a boy with shades on his hair and light freakles dusting his pale face, pocked his head around the side.

"Sup Roman, hello person I don't know."
"You... just slid down the stairs..." Roman stood there confused as Virgil covered his mouth to stop his smile showing.
"Sliding down stairs means no walking, no walking means less excersise. Less excersise means less physical work. It's called science, Roman... Knowledge." The boy tapped the side of his head to indicate his brain before sloppily getting up and face planting the couch.

"Virgil, meet my baby brother, Remy." Roman sighed and walked to the bottom of the stairs. Remy saluted towards Virgil without looking at the two and Virgil chuckled before biting his lip to stop.

The two older boys walked up the stairs and into what Virgil assumed to be Roman's bedroom. One wall painted red, two walls plain white with the odd photograph and a wall covered in pictures of art and posters, that you can't even see the wall colour. The bed was larger with red duvets and white undersheets, white desk and gold draws. An art desk that seemed to have a lot of paper and pencils and dried, splattered paint. A wardrobe which had mirrors for doors. Virgil walked to the wall that was filled with different colours and a different art piece on every paper; as he admired the art, he noticed something in most of the pictures.
"You're amazing at people... I can't draw people for the life of me... objects, maybe, people are a no for me." Roman smiled and layed on the bed, resting his arms under his head and staring at the ceiling.
"I've had years of practice." Virgil went to trace one of pieces of Roman's sketches, one that seemed to be a sketch of him, wondering how Roman managed to make him more decent in the picture then he feels like he trully looks, but he noticed something far more interesting.
Something red on his hand.

Virgil slowly made his way towards Roman, never taking his eyes off his hands. "R-Roman..." At the mention of his name, he turned his head towards the fearful boy. He shot up and gentally caressed Virgil's hands and looking at the near-enough dried blood on his hands. "Do you think your mother saw, or your brother... or people in the street we walked past?"

"Calm down... you naturally hid your hands in your jumper and my brother would have said something if he saw. Now, all we have to do is go clean the blood off, okay?" Virgil nodded but Roman still noticed his hands shaking. Without letting go of Virgil's hands, Roman led them to the bathroom and sat Virgil down onto the toilet lid, before racing around the bathroom carefully to find cotton buds and anything that would help clean the blood away... and hopefully clean the fear of someone seeing the blood from the small boy.

Roman crouched infront of Virgil and held one hand, using the other hands to gracefully sweep the blood off. Virgil couldn't take his eyes off the blood that belonged to his mother, he watched as the blood was gentally wipped away from existance, and proof it was ever there.
"Thank you..." Virgil looked up to Roman, telling himself to not look at the blood. Roman looked up with a smile: not one of his cheesy, romantic grins; not one of his sympathetic smiles when he doesn't know what to do, it was more than that. That smiled showed safety and a warmth that Virgil wanted to stay with, a smile that showed how much Roman cared for him.

"You don't have to thank me..." Roman looked back down and swopped hands to clean his other hand of her blood.
"I do though... We only met today, welp you seem to have known me for a while and all I knew about you was that your on the football team. And now... we're sat in your bathroom cleaning my mothers blood off my hands..." Roman stopped and looked up at Virgil, no smile, no bright gleem in his eyes, nothing. "Roman... are you okay?"

"Yeah... it's just... yeah Remy used to have tantrums when he was younger. You would watch those movie that made you sob. Horror movies making you scream. The news talking about the bad things in the world, but seeing you sobbing, holding your mother, you looked like you wanted to scream but more tears came instead... that was the most heartbraking thing I've ever seen. I couldn't do anything but hold you close to me, let you know I was there for you... I didn't know what else to do... I've never been in that position before..."

"I'm sorry... I never wanted anyone to see that... hence why I never really let people in." Virgil didn't want to look away from Roman's face, if he did, he knew he would look at the blood, so he didn't. He watched Roman look back at hands to get the remaining blood off before putting the cotton-buds in the bin next to them. Glancing up at the boy, Roman shifted closer and placed his hands on Virgils' hips to steady himself from falling over.

"How many people have you let into your life?"

"Mum... dad... Logan..." Virgil smiled a bit and tilted his head to the side slightly "you." His smile faced and he turned his head towards the bathroom door. "Now mum's gone. Dad probably hates you... you've seen the worse in me, probably not the worse but you've seen more of my bad side than Logan... and Logan... I don't think anything bad has happened between the two of us. We talk, he helps in lessons. We both hate getting to into the personal sides of each others life. Hates the wrong word, he understands I dislike getting personal... but I'm okay with you... I guess..."

Roman chuckled, causing Virgil to look back into his green eyes.
"You guess?" Virgil nodded and lent his head on Roman's shoulder. "Want me to carry you to my room? You seem tired." Virgil lifted head back up, seeming to be closer to Roman than before.
"I know how to walk." Roman shrugged and stood up and held his hand out for Virgil. Ignoring the geature, Virgil stood up and looked at Roman, knowing fully well what he did. They walked out the bathroom quietly and Virgil could feel the awkwardness in the normal calming silence.

"You wanna ask me something, don't you?" They were standing at the top of the stairs now, Roman turned to him and held onto the banister.
"Yes, but you might say no."
"Ask away."
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Virgil went wide-eyed. He was expecting something more personal.
"R-Roman, I-" He was cut off my Elizabeth's voice calling up the stairs.
"Do you want to stay forever?"

Virgil giggled and covered his face once again with his sweater paws. Roman smiled and rolled his eyes at his mother's comment, but still watching the giggling figure infront of him. Virgil removed his hand, revealing a small smile.
"My dad's waiting for me at home. I don't mind staying a little longer, but I have to be home before dinner."
"I can walk you home."
"But then you have to walk back by yourself." Virgil lent on the banister aswell and tilted his head to the side in concern, his hair falling off his eye that seems to always be hidden behind near enough black hair. Roman smiled more at his concern and ran a hand through his freshly washed brown hair.
"Easy, I can bring Remy and once you're home safe, I can take him to get a coffee at starbies... I really don't mind Virge."

Virgil bit his lip in thought, looking down the banister at the younge boy.
"I don't mind..." Virgil looked back at Roman, cringing at how anxious he feels about what to do. Roman chuckled before leaning over the banister.

"Remy! You coming Starbucks?" In a matter of seconds, the shades-wearing boy was on the top step, staring down Roman in a competitive way.
"Seasonal Depression?"
"Fine, don't tell mum." Remy smiled and held his head high walking towards his room.
"I'll grab my Jacket."
Roman turned back to the confused boy with a smile.

"He drinks to much of it so mum put a ban for once a month and us three are off to Starbies." Virgil nodded slowly, before standing straight (as straight as he could with slouched shoulders). Roman walked down the stairs pulled his phone out his back pocket with Virgil close behind. He watched Roman check the time as the front door opened to reveal a man. If you picture Mr.Weasley from Harry Potter but with brown hair and glasses and a younger version, you would get the man standing before them.

"I'm home!" The man fully walked into the living and looked the emo up and down. "Hello?" Looking at the man, Virgil gave a shy wave. Roman looked up from with phone with a smile.
"Hey Dad." The man smiled awkwardly but didn't move. Roman looked over his shoulder at the hiding teen with a larger smile. "This is Virgil. " The man nodded slowly before Elizabeth burst through the door with arms open.

"Mark!" The man ,presumed to be named Mark, looked up and wrapped his arms around his wife, giving her a sweet kiss.
"I'll be down in a bit, need to change into something more comfortable." He gave Elizabeth another peck before walking up stairs, having to dodge Remy in the meantime. Remy walked to the door before turning to the boys and flipping his shades down onto his face. He had changed his entire outfit from a pink top quoting 'Sleep is for the week' to a plain top with just the word 'Sleep' in bold, black font. His bottoms from black joggers to grey skinny jeans. He was also now wearing a leather jacket and converse shoes.

"Babes, let's go." He swung the door open and marched out. Virgil giggled and covered his mouth as he followed the child, Roman walking behind, giving a wave to his mother before shutting the door.

The walk was quiet, Remy was walking ahead, Roman couldn't think of anything to say as Virgil felt odd trying to say something... that was until Remy turned around and looked at the two.
"I have a question?"
"Finally! The silence braker!" Virgil almost shouted but covered his mouth in time to quiet it down. Roman smiled looked at his little brother.
"Proceed."
"Okay... are you too dating?"

Roman went silent before bursted out into a fit of giggles, but all Virgil felt was pure terror.
"N-No...No. W-why? ... Hell nah!" Virgil practically screamed and covered his face as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks.
"Are you saying you'll never date me?" Roman lent towards the flustered boy with a flirtatious smirk. Turning to Roman with a glare, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"I-...I..." He looked away quickly, crossing his arms defensively, "One, we met less than 24 hours ago... two, why do you wanna know about my love-life? I don't do realtionships~"
"Thank you for telling me about your love-life."

Remy slanted his shades down his nose and looked over the rim.
"You're telling me you only met today?"
"Ya... why?" Virgil looked at the shorter male and tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets. The wind gentally blowing on his face causing his bangs to be removed from his dark eyes. Remy smiled and pushed his shades back and held his head high and turned around to continue their walk towards his favourite cafe.
"No reason... just curious..." Virgil nodded and looked at Roman, turning back as soon as he saw Roman turn to him aswell. As soon as Remy was far enough ahead, Roman put his arm over Virgil's shoulders with a sigh. Looking at him curiously, Virgil subconsciously leaned into the warmth.

"Are you okay?" Virgil's voice was quiet, unintentionally as if he might be in ear shot of someone with super-hearing, but loud enough to be heard.

"Practically perfect in every way... how are you is the main question..."

"I'm not okay... I promise..."

"You emo, but how you really feeling?"

"Honestly...  It feels like my heart is ripping inside of me and demons are trying to posses my soul... I'll be fine." His voice monotone as he looked off ahead without even a blink. Roman placed his closest hand on Virgil's shoulder delicately as if his body was a petal of the prettiest flower, and if touched to hard, it would disintegrate. Virgil huffed out a sigh before snapping out his daze, turning to Roman as his feet came to a halt.

"Virgil..." Tear after tear, Virgil couldn't stop the steady flow down his face. He felt the same strong hold of arms slither around his frame yet again, he yearned for this feeling: the feeling of safety and warmth, like the rest of the world doesn't matter, as long as he is in the comfort of his embrace.

"Babes! Are we gonna get t-.... Virgil?" Remy slowly started to walk back towards them and searching the teary-boy's face. "Are you okay?" Looking up at Roman, Virgil gave a silent asking of consent, and with a slight nodd, Virgil looked back the younger male with a stone face, the tears the only emotion found.

"I found my mothers body laying dead on her bedroom floor..." Images of the scene replayed in his head. The blood. The gun. Her. He glanced down at his hands, still having the fear they missed a drop or anything to give it away.

"How did she die?" Remy questioned, slidding his shades onto the top of his wild hair, sweeping it back and off his face.

"Suicide."