#creativisleepality

remy looked down into the drink, scowling. “is there at least–?” 

“eight spoonfuls of honey.” 

roman giggled at patton’s tone and then immediately quieted when emile not-so-gently glared at him. he leaned closer and pressed the back of his hand to roman’s forehead. 

“i don’t know why y’all thought it’d be a good idea to hide this from us,” emile said, frowning. “don’t you remember what happened when rayla kept secrets from callum and ezran?”

“right now, i barely remember two hours ago.” 

“two hours ago, i found you in the bathroom, half-asleep on the counter, trying to cover up the evidence of your being awake all night.” 

roman spluttered, clearly offended at being called out so directly. remy jerked awake suddenly, nearly spilling his drink. 

“rem,” patton murmured, taking the mug from his hands. “sweetpea, no napping just yet.” 

remy whined. “’m sleepy.” 

“i know, darling.” 

patton and emile shared a look over their boyfriend’s heads. emile combed a hand through roman’s hair before he stood and left for the kitchen. patton, with quite a lot of convincing and shuffling, eventually got roman and remy bundled together on the couch. he pulled the ottoman closer for them to keep their legs propped up on and gave them extra pillows to squeeze if they wanted. by the time this was done, emile had returned with a tray. he set it down carefully on the coffee table. 

patton and emile took a bowl each and sat on either side of roman and remy. 

“it’s chicken noodle,” emile said, brushing remy’s bangs from his forehead. “you’re such a strong, independent gem but let’s be independent together, okay?” 

“cheesy,” remy muttered before accepting a spoonful of soup. 

“no, silly, he just told you, it’s chicken noodle!” patton said, giggling. likewise, he was coaxing roman into being fed. roman would vehemently insist later on that he only allowed this because patton was extra close to him and he’d do anything if it meant keeping his heart so near.

“you know, remy,” roman said, patting his hand around underneath the blankets until he found remy’s hand, too. he laced their fingers together. “at least this got the two of them away from their work.” 

emile squinted at them. “pardon?” 

“you’re right!” remy exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. emile reeled back so nothing spilled. “hah! not sick, just getting you workaholics to take a break!” 

patton’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he sighed. there really was no denying it. he’d been studying a lot for his exams; he wouldn’t have been surprised if even logan thought he was going overboard. emile, likewise, had been doing a lot of research lately to take into his sessions. 

“guilty as charged,” emile agreed. “what shall our punishment be?” 

“cuddles!” roman declared. 

“after medicine,” patton amended. 

“Roman, look out!” Patton cried, shoving Roman out of the way before the stone guardian’s fist came crashing down on him. The two of them tumbled to the floor, Patton ending up on top of Roman. Despite the smudge of dirt on his cheek, the dust in his curly locks, and the otherwise grimy appearance of the man, Roman thought he had never looked more gorgeous.

“Thanks, angel,” he murmured. Patton smiled and rolled his eyes.

“I think we both know I’m not the guardian angel in this relationship,” Patton scoffed. Roman conceded to this with a nod, thinking of their other boyfriend, Remy. Once, when it was just Roman and Patton against the world, they came across a strange being encased in what seemed to be a giant slab of amber. They had appeared to be an ordinary human being- minus the wings that had stretched out behind him. When they managed to dig the figure out, Roman and Patton were surprised to find that they were still alive. The figure- Remy, had said that he had been cursed to be trapped in amber for all time, and was eternally grateful to Roman and Patton for saving him. From then on, the three of them had become a tight-knit group of adventurers… and then more than that, even.

“Sure wish he was here right now,” Roman said dreamily. Patton opened his mouth to say something else, but a gasp came out instead as he suddenly rolled the two of them to the side. The guardian’s fist had come at them again, but thanks to Patton’s quick thinking, they had once again come out unscathed.

“Me too, but someone decided that we should head out without him!” Patton reprimanded, helping him up to his feet.

“You know how Remy feels about enclosed spaces! I thought we’d be back before he woke up!” Roman huffed. Patton pursed his lips together and glared a bit at Roman. But before he could reprimand him again, the stone guardian roared, lumbering towards them. Patton and Roman turned to run, but then realized they had been backed into a corner. Roman glared up at the guardian, stepping in front of Patton protectively. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, and Roman glanced over his shoulder to see Patton clinging to him with misty eyes.

“I don’t wanna die angry at you,” Patton said in a trembling voice. Roman gave him a soft smile, then leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips before turning back to face the stone guardian.

“Get away from them!” a voice cried out, and Roman’s heart leapt for joy. Remy. The winged man in question was hovering over the stone guardian, his trusty golden spear in hand. And despite his jet black wings, Remy looked no less angelic. The stone guardian let out a gravelly growl of frustration, and lumbered around to face Remy. In return, Remy let out a vicious war cry that sounded more animalistic than human, and drove his spear through the stone guardian’s head. The head crumbled apart on impact, and the headless statue crumpled to the ground, narrowly missing where Patton and Roman were huddled together. Roman felt a slight pang of jealousy… he really had to get himself one of those magical ancient weapons one of these days. Adventuring would be much easier that way.

“Heyyy… angel! Nice job, how did you-” Roman started, but halted his sentence when Remy glared at him. The winged man landed in front of them, and raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Don’t ‘angel’ me, babes. Hun, what were you thinking?!” he scolded. Roman gently dislodged himself from Patton’s hold.

“I was thinking it would be a quick quest, and that we would return with a tale to regale you with when we returned?” Roman replied sheepishly. Remy let out a sound of frustration, then stalked towards Roman. For a brief, terrifying moment, Roman was afraid that Remy was going to run him through with his spear- until he was suddenly pulled into Remy’s arms for a passionate kiss.

“Don’t scare me like that ever again. You’re lucky that yours and Patton’s bracelets are more than just pretty trinkets,” Remy murmured when he pulled away.

“...huh?” Roman asked, head still spinning from the kiss. Remy chuckled, and took hold of Roman’s wrist and brought it up to his face. On it was a golden bracelet that was inlaid with black gems. Patton had a matching one, and Remy wore an amulet with a black gem that matched the ones on their bracelets. Remy had originally worn the two bracelets on his wrists, but had given them to Patton and Roman when the three of them had officially started a romantic relationship.

“Magic jewelry?!” Patton squealed, examining his own bracelet.

“Um. Duh? I know you two always end up getting into trouble,” Remy said with a laugh, letting go of Roman’s wrist and holding his hand out to Patton. The cartographer all but skipped over to them, cupping Remy’s cheek to pull him into a kiss, then leaned over to kiss Roman’s cheek. Remy pulled the two of them closer, his wings wrapping around them protectively. Roman sighed happily, kissing Remy’s cheek before nuzzling into his neck. Somehow, despite everything, he knew that nothing would ever separate the three of them.

-

Roman pulls out his phone and snaps a couple photos. 

“Yeah, yeah...you have a point. Only Patton would be able to get me to come here; there’s no need to be so smug about it,” comments Roman.

At that moment, Patton turns and smiles at his loves, who do their best to not swoon. 

He walks over to them though not without a feathered entourage causing him to laugh and gently shoo them away before returning his attention to Roman and Remy. 

“This has been a wonderful date!”

Patton throws his arms around his boyfriends and hugs them tightly. 

“We’re happy you’re so happy, babe,” says Remy once Patton lets them go. 

Roman takes Patton’s hand who is quick to grab Remy’s in response.

“I think I remember someone said something about wanting to see the penguins and they’re the next exhibit so we should move on so we’re not late to dinner with the rest of the gang,” comments Roman. 

“Sounds like a plan, Ro.” replies Patton.

“Then lead on, Charming,” chimes in Remy.

Roman was finding the urge to slam his head into the wall a very difficult one to resist. It had been what felt like the longest day of his life, brimming with an overly critical director, some sneering possible cast members who had mocked his make-up, and particular idiot who Roman had thought was going to be the one spot of light in his day until… that happened.

Roman gave up and let his head hit the wall once, leaving it to lay there when the thought of Patton seeing him like this managed to stop him from continuing the process until the wall had a good hole in it. Remy would probably be upset, too, of course, but Patton would most likely cry, and Roman would sooner fall into an ocean of fire than hurt either of his loves.

“I mean… can you even call them loves?”

Roman curled one of his hands into a fist at the fragment of a memory. He could, damnit, screw Anton and his stupid face and his stupid words and his stupid, stupid reasoning…

“…Babe?”

Roman jerked out of his thoughts, realizing that Remy had come up to him, his Starbucks-barista-turned-partner frowning at him in worry.

“Yes, my darling?” Roman asked, pushing himself off the wall, trying to maintain his image.

“Are you alright?” Remy said, a perfectly reasonable question given Roman had been lying against the wall for five minutes, seemingly completely unaware of Remy’s presence next to him for a good minute of that time.

Roman plastered on a smile, hoping it looked even semi-convincing. “Of course! Why ever would you even have to ask?”

Remy reached forward, still frowning as he pushed Roman’s bangs behind his ear. Roman instinctively leaned into the touch, trying to not look pitiful while he did so.

“Honey,” Remy said, softly, and Roman really must be failing at this whole acting thing if Remy’s sounding that worried, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Roman assured. “I’m fine.”

Remy didn’t respond for a moment, continuing to frown at Roman until he wanted to squirm away. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Roman, Remy moved forward, his free arm wrapping around Roman’s waist, the hand he had on Roman’s cheek slipping behind his head and tangling itself in Roman’s hair. Roman froze for a second, the surprise hug startling him, especially from Remy. He was generally pulled into hugs and cuddle piles by excessive grabby hands and whined complainants from Roman and Patton.

Recovering from the surprise, Roman couldn’t be bothered to resist the embrace, wrapping his arms around Remy’s waist as he slumped into Remy, burying his head in the crook of Remy’s neck. He took a deep breath. Remy smelled like coffee beans and warm leather and sage and comfort and home.

Remy scratched the back of Roman’s head comfortingly. “Tired?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Long day?”

“Mmmmm.”

“Long day that did not go fine despite all your lies?”

Roman started to hum in agreement again before he realized his mistake, immediately trying to pull away from what he now recognized as a trap hug. Remy’s grip only tightened, however, still too comforting for Roman to truly want to fight it.

“You’re really out of it if you fell for that, sugar.” Remy cooed before yelling over his shoulder, “Patton! Roman had a sucky day and he tried to lie about it!”

Roman didn’t know if he closed his eyes for a moment and missed him, or if his marshmallow boyfriend had simply forgotten to mention that he had teleportation abilities, but one minute Patton wasn’t there and the next he was pressed against Roman’s back, hugging Roman tightly enough he was surprised Remy still had a hold on him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

“Baby, we talked about this.” Patton scolded, though his tone was so light Roman was fairly certain he was saying it more because he felt he had to say it than anything.

“I know, I know.” Roman said. “But it’s really nothing, the halves of my heart. Just something stupid someone said-”

“If it’s upsetting you, it’s not nothing.” Patton interrupted him, softly speaking, moving one hand to Roman’s hip so that he could rub circles into the skin. “What did they say?”

Roman opened his mouth to respond, to pass it off as simply as he could, to prove to them it was just some pointless comment he should have disregarded immediately anyways, and heard a sob come out instead, which was doing WONDERS for his image of ‘still wonderfully put together.’ The hand in his hair stilled in surprise, and Patton made a sound of hurt. Their worry only made Roman feel worse, and he couldn’t stop himself before the next words were spilling out, “I’m sorry I don’t love you enough.”

More sounds of pain, this time not just from behind him, but Roman ignored them, pressing his head further into Remy’s shoulder as if that would block out the entire world. He felt more than truly knew they were moving, though he didn’t focus on where or how. At some point his legs got tucked up so that they were resting on something, the warmth around him shifted but never enough so that it was truly gone, somehow ending up so that almost nothing had changed aside from the fact that the amount of effort he had to put into existing was substantially lessened.

That made it a lot easier to cry, hating that he was staining Remy’s shirt but knowing he couldn’t stop even if he tried. The warmth of his boyfriends’ around him didn’t seem to mind, hands gently running across his skin, a mix of soft pet names and quiet shushing sounding around him. Eventually his tears stopped falling, his sobs turning into hiccups that turned into nothing, until all he was doing was holding onto Remy and trying to sink into him and escape the world.

“Sweetie? Sweetheart?” Roman hummed in response to the names that were clearly being directed at him, still refusing to remove his head from the dark, warm safety of his boyfriend’s shoulder.  There was a sigh that sounded caught between amused and concerned. “Please, love, we need to talk.”

Roman groaned and tilted his head, still resting on Remy as he looked over at Patton. They were all cuddled together on the couch, Roman securely held in Remy’s lap and against his chest while Patton remained wrapped around his back, better positioned to look at Roman, his sweet honey eyes laced with worry. Knowing he was the cause of it, Roman almost started crying again, not sure how he could vanquish it but knowing he would do anything to replace it with happiness.

“Hey, shh, it’s alright, you’re not in trouble.” Patton said immediately, cupping Roman’s cheek with one hand, brushing away the beginnings of new tears. “I just- We just want to know- Ro, starlight, why don’t you think you love us enough?”

Roman would have shoved his head back into the crook of Remy’s neck if Patton’s gentle but firm grasp wasn’t stopping him, forcing him to hold eye contact with his partner, half of his entire life, one of two people he’d willingly die for in a heartbeat as he said, as unashamedly as he could, “We’re just partners.” Patton’s brow furrowed even more, and Remy once more tightened his grip around Roman, and it took all his willpower to choke out, “We’re just partners, and not dating, and that’s it, that’s all we are, and you’re both just so wonderful you deserve more, and it’s not fair to you that you’re stuck with me and that, and-”

“Roman, please, please baby, stop!” Patton said, distressed, and Roman shut up. Patton was cupping both his cheeks now, running his thumbs over them repeatedly, as if he wasn’t just trying to comfort Roman but himself as well.

“I’m going to kill 'em. You said someone said this to you?” Remy asked, aggressively, nearly growling when Roman nodded. “Bullshit. It’s bullshit.”

“Language.” Patton said automatically, snapping Remy out of his mood.

Remy sighed, going back to running his fingers through Roman’s hair. “They’re wrong, sweetheart, completely wrong.” He reassured Roman, voice much softer now. “You love us more than enough, whatever they said was just stupid.”

“I- I know you say that, but-” Roman paused, searching for the words. “Kisses, and holding hands in public, and all of that… I can’t- I don’t offer you any of those things, and you deserve them so much, and that’s not fair to either of you.”

Remy chuckled, and the sound echoed through Roman’s chest. “Gurl, I feel like you’re forgetting I’m aro too. I don’t care about any of those things- I just care about you.”

“And we love you.” Patton added. “We love you because you’re an amazing cuddler and you love to sweep us off our feet and you have the most beautiful singing voice in the entire world and because we know you love us so, so much, and the fact that you don’t love us romantically isn’t even close to important.”

“And you love us too, right?” Remy asked.

Roman almost tripped over his words rushing to answer, unwilling to leave a single second empty without his promise, “Of course I do! I just-”

“Than that’s enough.” Remy cut him off, and it was so simple yet so adoring, coupled with the look Patton was giving Roman, like he’d hang the moon for him while Remy pinned up the stars, that every word that jerk had said melted away in an instant, like a million pounds right off his shoulders, leaving him so free and alive that Roman couldn’t help but lunge forwards a bit, twisting himself so that he could wrap his arms around Patton, pulling him backwards so they more or less landed on Remy, all pressed against each other and warm and real and solid beneath his fingers.

“I’m sorry.” He said, and continued on swiftly, before Patton or Remy even had a chance to speak, “I’m so sorry I listened to that bastard. He was an idiot, you’re so right. I’m so sorry. I love you, I love you so much, you mean more to me than any part in any play, than any gem or jewel, my dearhearts, my treasures, my loves.”

Patton giggled, and Roman couldn’t help the smile that suddenly blossomed on his face as Patton pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before just resting his own on Roman’s, whispering happily, “It’s alright, my prince, we know.”

“We know, but I still want to hear it more.” Remy protested, and Roman laughed as he turned his head back towards him, Remy’s dark eyes alive with amusement and glittering with love purer than freshly fallen snow.

“I love you.” Roman obliged him, hugging Patton closer to him even as he still watched Remy, “I love you more than summer sunsets and spring dew and winter frost and autumn colours. I love you more than sugar cookies and hot chocolate and crackling fires and-”

“-and more than the smell of coffee and crisp apples and fuzzy socks and soft pajamas and late night movie marathons and early morning grumbles and a thousand other musings.” Remy took over for him, smiling both smugly and softly as he brushed through Roman’s hair. “I love you all that and a million times more.”

“Cheater.” Roman accused heatlessly. “That’s my move.”

“It’s what you get for loving a dirty thief.”

“Pretty thief.” Patton corrected with his own smile, blindly reaching a hand back that Remy took immediately. “Pretty thief of our hearts.”

“Only after you got mine, cocoa bean.” Remy matched, lazily intertwining his fingers with Patton’s.

Roman reached a hand over as well, grasping around theirs. “You never stole my heart.” He said teasingly. “Considering you are my heart.”

“Your two perfect halves- yes, we are aware.” Remy said exasperatedly, but there was a fondness in his tone Roman knew he couldn’t shake. “You’ve got to come up with some better lines, doll.”

“Says Mr. Twenty-One-Nicknames.” Roman replied.

“You know you love them.”

“Do I know that?” Roman asked, laughing as Remy gasped in faux hurt. Patton laughed, too, shaking their held hands.

“You two are impossible.” He said, cheerily despite the chiding words. “I’m never going to get dinner made at this rate.”

“You’re welcome to go make it now.” Remy invited, though they all knew he wasn’t serious.

That didn’t stop Roman from tangling his legs up in Patton’s, whining, “Noooooooo, you have to stayyyyy.”

“But dinner… if I don’t go make it now I’ll never make it…” Patton trailed off, sounding more interested in staying.

“Then don’t go.” Roman offered, pushing his head up enough to nestle it against Patton’s shoulder, trying to sweeten the pot. “Stay and cuddle me.”

“And why should I prioritize that over dinner?”

“Because I’m still a little sad and I don’t want to let you go.” Roman said, blinking his eyes as sadly as he could for extra effect.

“Plus cuddling tops, like, all things.” Remy pointed out. “And I the remote’s in reach, and I think the Little Mermaid’s still in the player-”

“Cuddling on the couch it is!” Patton decided suddenly, finally releasing his boyfriends’ hands so that he could turn over and burrow into Roman’s chest, loosely hugging Roman as he settled in. Remy laughed as he snagged the remote, flicking on the tv and the corresponding underwater scene.

“And all it took was Disney.” Remy commented in amusement, dropping the remote as he shifted and wrapped his arms around both Roman and Patton. “We are going to get hungry eventually, though.”

“That’s a problem for later.” Patton said, and Roman was quick to agree with him, his arms still holding Patton against him even as he moved his hands to lay over Remy’s. Squished between his boyfriends now, tropical tunes starting up in the background, he couldn’t believe he had given Anton’s words a single moment of his time.

He didn’t need romance to love Patton and Remy- all he needed were eyes and half a brain. 

Roman sighed, feeling more content then he ever had before. “I love you guys.” He said, softly, sweetly, simply.

“Love you too.” They both chorused at once, their care as tangible as their arms around him, and that was all Roman needed to know they loved him just as much as he loved them.

And that would always be enough.

Roman got busy with his play and rehearsals and work and everything else, which meant he didn’t have as much time to spend with Patton- not as many chances to surprise him with flowers, to walk hand-in-hand with him, too many party invitations and clubbin’ outings he had to pass up on. Sure, he said he loved Patton, and he did! he really did!

But he knew he wasn’t showing it. Not like Patton deserved. So he dumped him, hoping that Patton could move on and find someone who would treat him right. It’s what Patton deserved after all.

Patton was heartbroken. He didn’t understand what had torn them apart- why Roman had so suddenly pushed him away and refused to change his mind, refused to listen to Patton’s pleas to find a way to fix this, refused to do anything more than turn Patton away and tell him to get out.

Too confused and hurt to go home, Patton ended up at his closest friend’s house instead. Remy was quiet as he listened to Patton rant, talking about how he didn’t know what had gone wrong, was it him? was it Roman? had he moved on when Patton wasn’t watching? what was it? and on and on, all the while Remy holding the distraught Patton against his chest.

Patton finally ends, saying something about how he just doesn’t understand, when Remy finally speaks up.

Because everything Patton just said is sounding awfully familiar. Awfully reminiscent of some of Remy’s memories.

Because BAM SURPRISE TWIST THAT PROBABLY WASN’T A SURPRISE

REMY DATED ROMAN FIRST, A COUPLE OF MONTHS/A YEAR BEFORE PATTON DID

UNTIL SOME BIG PLAY CAME UP AND, A FEW WEEKS INTO IT, ROMAN DUMPED REMY FOR SEEMINGLY NO REASON

Remy and Patton discuss this new information for like. two minutes. before they come to the conclusion that, hey, remember how our ex-boyfriend has crippling insecurity and a tendency to put all blame on himself and would sooner self-destruct than possibly hurt those that he loves?

Yeah. That might be coming into play here.

So, together, they decide something: they’re gonna go (lovingly) find a way to slam some sense into Roman.

They’re not sure what will happen from there- will Roman take them back? One of them? Neither?- but it doesn’t matter. Roman’s their friend. They’re doing this because they want him to be happy, to understand he can be busy and in love at the same time.

(They, of course, discuss what happens if he does want to go back to dating one or both of them- if it’s one, chill, they’re adults after all. and if he wants to date both of them, well… they’re adults. they know how to share.)

In theory, the best thing for them to do is to just talk to Roman. Discuss why he really dumped them. Lovingly tell them that he’s a minor idiot but he should’ve still been their idiot, damnit. Talk to him about how sometimes life gets in the way of romance and, surprise surprise, that’s alright! so please stop dumping everyone you date the minute you get busy!

But they know Roman’s bad with confrontations, and one from his two most recent ex’s? About his insecurities? He’d just ignore what they said, agree to everything without really hearing it, and slip away without learning anything, so, no, that won’t work.

Instead, they come up with a simply BRILLIANT second plan: aggressively shower Roman in love until he gets to the point that he understands that if even flat-out dumping not one but TWO people can’t get them to stop caring about him, a little bit of time spent focused more on work than romance won’t either.

The plan goes over decently, considering the main things it causes are:

-Amusement from all watching -Roman to get severely confused as to why his ex’s are suddenly trying to talk with him and hang out and Patton brought him cookies yesterday and Remy’s memorized his new favorite Starbucks order and brings him one of it every Friday and What Is Happening -This sort of thing takes a lot of planning and working together so yeah Patton and Remy are spending more time together and yeah maybe they’re starting to fall a little bit in love and yeah maybe, just MAYBE they’re crushing on each other and maybe Patton’s developing the bad habit of falling asleep on Remy’s couch and waking up covered in a blanket with Remy already making his favorite breakfast and yeah maybe Remy has a tendency to loan Patton his shirts and never try to get them back because for some reason Patton, wearing his slightly too-large clothes is just adorable and listen it’s starting to look like everyone in this story is excessively gay because I am the author if they aren’t

Everything comes to a head eventually, because it has to of course, Roman finally just demanding WHAT do they WANT after Patton and Remy catch them after play practice and continue to be (*gasp*) supportive and kind to him

This begins: Discussion Time! In which Remy and Patton are more or less ‘well you see, beautiful idiot, we never stopped loving you just because you got busy, and when we learned we got dumped for the same reason we figured hey! this is a problem we should addressing! so here we are, addressing it like good friends’

Except not in those exact words- more like in a LOT of words and paragraphs and probably between a bit of crying and a pun or two and some sass where it maybe shouldn’t have been because that’s Their Dynamic alright.

Anyways Discussion Time leads to Roman being like 'wait… so…. despite me being a massive idiot and dumping you and shunning you and ignoring you… you both still love me?’

'we are gays, babe, and you are a Pretty Gay of course we still love you’

'we love you for your stunning personality too!!!’

'well yeah that too I guess but come on’ waves at Roman’s entire body 'do you think we’d let that get away????’

Roman blushes and it’s gay and everything, but after that, he’s like 'well… I still love you too……. both of you….. so…… uh’

Them: 'don’t worry we planned for this. we can be with you even if we aren’t together’

Roman: 'oh chill. I love this plan. this is a perfect plan. we can be a good poly couple and y'all can still be friends because we’re not the jealous types right right’

Remy and Patton: 'right’

Two weeks into their new relationship and Remy and Patton are like: 'alright Roman remember when we told you we could just be friends. well uh. that’s not going to work anymore.’

Roman: ’????? why not?????’

Remy + Patton, who were just trying to make dinner when Remy said something flirty and Patton said something flirty back and Remy blushed and told him to shut up and Patton grinned and told Remy to make him and Remy did and they both came to the shocking realization that they do not mind kissing each other: 'we’re simply too gay for that apparently.’