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Virgil, Janus, ‘Silence’
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The details of Virgil’s environment gradually pieced together as he awoke. There was the television, volume too low for Virgil to know what it was broadcasting. There was the swipe of a book page that brought with it the faint smell of an old library. And there was the slow rise and fall of the chest that Virgil was currently snuggled against. The slim, suit-clad chest.
Virgil fought to keep his eyes closed as the realization dawned on him that he was in Janus’ lap.
Of course, Virgil had cuddled Janus during babysitting sessions before. Though it had never carried over into Virgil’s non-regressed headspace. He was definitely a grown-up now.
Yet he didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He remained still and feigned deep, steady breathing as best he could as he basked in the warmth of their contact.
Then the body beneath him suddenly shifted and Virgil tensed and gasped at the movement.
Both of them froze.
It was obvious that Janus must have realized Virgil was awake. Virgil’s heart pounded in his chest. Janus would ask if he was awake and Virgil would have no chance of hiding the truth. Even his silence in the face of such a simple question would trigger Janus’ alarm.
Instead, Janus asked: ‘Are you still little?’
His voice was so gentle that Virgil felt comforted enough to shake his head.
After a moment of deafening silence, Janus’ arms tentatively wrapped around him.
Virgil sighed, relaxing further into the secure embrace.
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