#cancelledflights

“You mean he hasn’t said anything? About me? About us?” Roman’s desperate voice could be heard through the phone. His need for answers clear to Patton.

Hearing his friend like this broke his heart, he wanted nothing more than to fix this; to stop the shaking in Roman’s voice, to erase the cracking he heard as Roman pushed back the tears that desperately wanted to fall.

“Roman he’s hardly talked to me since coming home.” Patton ran a hand through his hair. “Lo and I were at his place when he came in, he said hello and thank you to us before basically shoving us out the door. I haven’t seen or heard anything from him since.”

Patton heard Roman’s sharp intake of breath, he knew that the tears were falling and there was nothing he could do to stop it; nothing he could do to stop the pain that his friend was feeling. Knowing that hurt Patton more than anything else.

“Ro, just give him time. He’ll come around.” Patton’s words were hardly above a whisper, quiet and soothing in hopes of comforting his friend from hundreds of miles away.

“Time?” Roman’s voice came out like a bark, sudden and loud. Patton had to pull the phone away due to the volume before bringing it close to hear Roman again. “Patton I’ve given him two weeks already. I’ve messaged him, I’ve tried calling him; I’ve given him space to come to me and I’ve gotten nothing.” Roman’s words were coming faster and faster as he spoke, it seemed as if everything that had been bottled up for these last two weeks was finally exploding out of him and all Patton could do was listen.

“Is this just a sign? A message from some all powerful creator that everything we shared during the time he was here; all the nights together and all the dates and all the promises, we’re nothing? Were they meaningless to him? Was I meaningless to him? Just someone to have a good time with because he was here and then he could just throw me away when he left.”

“You stop that right now!” Patton spat out suddenly. He heard Roman’s words die on the other end of the phone, a silence falling over them.

Neither spoke for a moment, Roman waiting for Patton to share his thoughts and Patton trying to compose himself; trying not to explode on his already fragile friend.

“Virgil is a lot of things Roman. He’s stubborn and he’s closed off, he’s very private. But he is not someone who would toy with your emotions. He isn’t just some heart breaker who’s with someone because it’s convenient.” Patton could feel his hands shaking as he spoke, his words coming out sharp.

“Patton I-” “And the fact that you would even think, ever suggest,” Patton’s words were quick, stopping argument Roman had, “suggest that Virgil would do something like that… well it makes me think that you might now know our storm cloud as well as you thought you did.” Roman was quiet then, he was listening. Waiting to see if Patton would tack more on to what he was saying, waiting to see in the heavy breaths would die down before he spoke.

“I’m sorry if I offended. But I just-”

“No buts.” Patton could feel himself losing his cool, “ No buts Roman. Think about who you’re talking about, and when you’ve thought through everything and you’re ready to stop making assumptions about my friend, then we can talk about it.”

Patton didn’t hear what Roman had to say after that. He hung the phone up and threw it down quickly, as if it had burned him. He hadn’t wanted the conversation to go that way. He didn’t plan on snapping on Roman like that, but he wasn’t about to stand by and listen to him try to make Virgil out to be something he wasn’t. Patton wouldn’t stand for that.

He groaned, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes as he fell back against the blankets. He laid there for a moment, quiet and just thinking. It was clear Roman was hurting, and it was clear by the virtual radio silence that Virgil was too. And here he was, caught in the middle of it with no way to help his friends be happy again. He was at a loss of what to do and that was driving him crazy.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Come in.” he called, letting his hands fall away and lay against the bed.

Logan walked in, raising and eyebrow at the sight of Patton before closing the door behind him and sitting on the bed.

“Roman called me,” Patton felt Logan’s hand rest against his knee, gentle and comforting, “he’s worried he upset you. Would you like to talk to me about what happened?”

Patton huffed, the hair that had fallen against his face blowing up and to the side. “I got emotional. Some of the things he was saying, questioning, about the relationship he had with Virgil bothered me.”

Logan nodded but stayed quiet. He was waiting for more and Patton knew that.

He took a minute to collect his thoughts before sitting up and turning to better face Logan. “I just… I hate that Roman thinks that way about Virge, especially right now. We all know that Virgil doesn’t just do things like what he was doing with Roman, Virgil doesn’t even really date.”

“Roman’s hurting though, the person he cares about just disappeared on him and only left him a note.” Logan’s soft voice cut through, causing Patton to sigh.

“I know, but it’s like he isn’t even considering what doing that might have done to Virgil. He’s not considering what kind of turmoil that Virge is going through for the choice he made and instead he’s just making all these assumptions about him and-”

“Patton, please breath.” Logan rested his hand on Patton’s shoulder now, steadying him. “Perhaps Roman’s emotions and hurt are clouding his judgement.”

“Yea but-”

“I know that if I was in Roman’s place, I would ask the same questions of you.” Logan looked at Patton, a sad smile on his face. “I know that it’s not true, you’d never do something like that. My emotions and hurt and confusion would cloud my judgement though, I’m sure of it.”

Patton looked away then, feeling his heart swell and break at the same time.

“I think I messed up Lo.” Patton sighed, tracing the pattern of the comforter. “I shouldn’t have yelled at Roman the way I did.”

“It’s okay Patton, I’m sure Roman will understand. Give him sometime and then call him back.”

Patton felt Logan’s hand against his cheek, urging him to look up. Patton saw a small smile on Logan’s face, and it was enough to bring a small smile to his own as well.

“Thank you bear, I appreciate it.” Patton leaned up, placing a small kiss on Logan’s cheek.