Remi sat quietly on the couch, Patton had given him a warm blanket and a cup of hot cocoa after wrapping up Remi's wounds. Remi kept his head down, his head almost buried in the blanket as Roman paced in front of him.
"I'm just worried, Pat! This isn't like Virgil, he doesn't just disappear like this. What if he's hurt?" Roman rambled, clearly concerned for the emo's well-being. It... it felt nice to know Virgil is in good hands.
"Roman, please, I am sure the kiddo is fine! He can take care of himself!" Patton chidded, hoping to calm the worried friend. Guilt crawled up Remi's throat, he should tell them. They are so worried.
"I.... Are you um.. Talking about the... um.... The emo kid? With purple hair" Remi quietly and oh so nervously spoke up. Roman and Patton turned to look at him.
"Yes, why?" Roman narrowed his eyes, his voice bordering on accusatory. Remi shifted nervously in his spot, brushing his hair over his eye.
"I, um... saw him. He looked a bit upset but otherwise ok" Remi trailed off near the end, not yet willing to share what he knows. Roman's expression brighted
"Where! Where oh where did you see him!" Roman immediately became antsy, ready to bolt after Virgil.
"I... don't know? Maybe it's for the better? Have some alone time?" Remi really didn't want to be here when Virgil was. He couldn't afford them finding him.
Unfortunately, that didn't work out.
The door flung open to reveal a sopping wet Virgil with a deep scowl on his face. Remi shrank into the blankets with a soft curse, catching a glance from Patton. Virgil grumbled irritable, something about rain, before noticing Remi. They held eye contact for a long moment, the tension in the room thick enough to cut. Remi was the first to look away, staring down at his hands
"H-hey Virge..." Remi mumbled