No actual smut here, just self-indulgent, super soft aftercare

"C'mon baby," Patton urges softly, trying to convince Virgil to rise from his place on the bed.

"No," Virgil mumbled, voice worn out. He shuffles himself into a ball, hugging himself and hiding his face in his pillow. "Don't wanna move."

"I know, baby." Patton frowns, reaching a hand out to brush Virgil's hair out of his eyes. The strands cling to his forehead from sweat. When Patton gets it out of his eyes he sees tear tracks staining his cheeks, sending a pang of pain through his heart. He forced a watery smile. "You need to be cleaned up, though. All you have to do is lean on me and let me get you to your bath, yeah? I'll do the rest. You can just relax, all safe and warm. How's that sound?"

Virgil's silent for a few moments, contemplating. Patton gives him his time, continuing to pet his head lovingly. He knows how hard it can be to come down after their scenes. He'll take as much time as they need to take care of Virgil as he comes back to himself.

Instead of answering with words, something Virgil always finds difficult during this part, he finally starts to slide himself off of the bed, planting his bare feet onto the carpet gently. He wriggles his toes against the ground, the feeling grounding him just a little.

"There you go, sweetheart," Patton coos, helping Virgil rise up to his feet. "Good job, here we go. Let's get you to the bath."

Virgil leans heavily against Patton as he leads him to the bathroom, tub already filled with warm water. Patton helps him to get his feet over the edge of the bathtub, stepping in slowly. He holds his hand tight as he slowly lowers down to sit in the tub, shoulders dropping immediately at the warm and safe feeling he got from the water touching his skin. Patton slowly gets in behind him, legs spread to go around Virgil in front of him.

They don't say much other than Patton's occasional whisperings, sweet-nothings that weren't much, but meant everything for Virgil to hear. Patton helped him to get clean, washing his hair and body slowly, taking his time on him before he started to clean himself off. They're in there for a while, only noises being Patton's voice and the quiet, small shifts of the water.

"Did-" Virgil's voice croaks as he uses it, pausing to cough into his arm. "Did I do okay for you..?"

"Oh, sweetheart," Patton smiled, arms pulling Virgil back against his bare chest. His lips press a gently kiss to his wet hair before he settles his chin atop Virgil's head, keeping him close and rocking slightly. "You did absolutely amazing. I love you so much, my darling."

Virgil relaxed against him, eyes closing. He could fall asleep right there, safe in Patton's arms. The water was already beginning to get cold though, so Patton urged him to rise and ready for bed. Virgil didn't even have the energy to protest this time, letting Patton help him rise and leave the tub, pulling the drain. Virgil winced at the sound of the draining water, never liking the loudness of it even when he wasn't so spaced out.

"It's alright," Patton muttered softly into his ear, kissing his cheek. He wrapped a towel around Virgil's shoulders, rubbing his arms as he directed him forwards. "You're okay. Let's get you dressed now, yeah? We'll find your favorite shirt, and a nice warm pair of pajama pants for you."

Patton helped him to dress as well, having him sit on the edge of Patton's bed(they had been in Virgil's room previously, so sleeping here meant they could wait on the mess until the morning). He helped him slide on his favorite shirt, a baggy, old shirt with a bleach stain and the logo of one of his favorite bands. Then he helped him slide on a pair of boxer shorts, starting to go find his pajama bottoms when Virgil stopped him. He held his hand tightly, shaking his head.

"Hot." He said simply, and Patton understood. He left it at the shirt and boxers, instead moving to help him move back against the sheets, back still propped against the headboard.

"I'll be back in just a moment, okay?" He asked. Receiving a nod Patton smiled, pressing a gentle peck to Virgil's soft, red lips.

When Patton returned he brought two bottles of cold water, handing one over to Virgil and uncapping the lid of his own to take a drink. Virgil slowly copied him, knowing Patton would insist even if he refused. He didn't really want to refuse now though-the cold liquid was a great relief against his sore throat, and he downed nearly half of it in one swig.

"Good job, sweetheart." Patton praised, gently taking hold of Virgil's hand that was left on his thigh holding the bottle cap. "I'm so proud of you. You're doing so great."

The praise made it even easier for Virgil to finish off the rest of the water, feeling better after he had drank it. It was amazing how much water could help in making you feel better sometimes. Patton squeezed his hand proudly as it was finished, setting his own bottle aside to take the cap and empty bottle from Virgil's grasp and set them aside. Now that both of them had cleaned and hydrated, they could finally get their well-needed rest.

Patton pulled Virgil against his chest again, leaning them further down in the bed so his head rested comfortably on the pillow instead of the hard headboard. He kissed Virgil's forehead sweetly, hands going to brush through his damp hair softly and reassuringly.

"You can get some sleep now, Virge." Patton said quietly, watching as Virgil cuddled up closer to him. His legs intertwined with Patton's, and his head rose and fell with Patton's chest as he breathed. It was a soft and tender moment, a moment both of them loved and craved so stay in always. "I love you, sweetheart. Rest your eyes now, you deserve it."

"Love you," Virgil mumbled in response, leaning in further to Patton's hands running through his hair. Patton smiled, closing his own eyes as he got warm and comfortable under the weight of his boyfriend. Moments like these were always the best.