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It was silent between him and Virgil for a while. Virgil sat back up to eat some of his snacks sprawled across the floor and handed Roman a granola bar, but they didn’t say anything else between them. It made Roman squirm around uncomfortably. Did he already screw up? Maybe he should go back to his room, it was getting obvious he shouldn’t be up here-
“I have a game we should play.” Virgil said suddenly. Roman took a while to process what Virgil was saying.
From Chapter nine, “Never Have I Ever”, of Patton’s Home for Traumatized Kids by @poisonedapples
If you haven’t read this fic, you 100% should. It’s the perfect mix of angst and fluff with all the familial LAMP your heart could desire. But don’t take my word for it, read it yourself and weep and find out.
















