[listen this was too sweet not to add on]
Deceit and Remus talked quietly while Roman slept. Dee with one hand slowly rubbing circles into Romans back, Remus sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Do you think they ment it like that?" Remus asked. A fire in his eyes seeming ready to lay waste to the whole place if Deceit were to confirm his worries.
"I don't think so." Dee said, the honesty surprising even himself, hand stilling on Romans back as the creative trait twitched in his sleep and mumbled something unintelligible.
"Do you want to talk to them?" Remus said then, already knowing the answer by how Deceit looked at Roman.
It was the same look he had given Virgil when they had still been a family and he'd do everything for him. A look that ment he'd set this right no matter what.
"Tomorrow Remus. For now, let's just let it rest. I think we're all tired."
And Remus nodded, quiet for once as he tiptoed out of the room to go to his own. Deceit shuffling himself further under the covers again and looking at Roman's relaxed expression for a long time before closing his eyes. Yes. They'd settle this tomorrow.
Tomorrow came sooner than expected and Roman woke up to his brother nudging him awake and the promise of fresh toast and tea.
After a very silent and slightly awkward breakfast (what do you say when your brother who you haven't properly talked to in ages and the man that is supposed to be your enimy but is more of a friend are sitting with you eating breakfast) Deceit told him to follow and off they went. Remus staying behind to work on some new ideas he'd come up with and Dee leading the way towards the livingroom.
The others were still having breakfast when Deceit and Roman stepped into the room.
After the initial reactions of hostility towards the lying trait and Roman assuring them all that he didn't mean any harm, they were all sitting in the livingroom, Virgil sitting as far away from Deceit as possible and said side pretending not to be hurt by that course of action.
"I need to have a word with you all."
"Why did you send Roman away yesterday?"
"Did we?" Logan said, seeming honestly confused as he looked at Roman. "I know you came knocking at the door but Patton didn't say anything else. Did you send him away?" now looking at Patton, Logan straightened up his glasses.
Patton seemed taken aback. "I- well yes but I just thought that he might accidentally say something mean to Virgil! And Virge was having such a hard time and-" "He might have, but so was Roman." Deceit said, cutting of Patton's rambling and fixing him a glare.
Virgil recognised that look. It was the same one he'd given the other when they had been mean to Virgil in the past.
"Were you?" All the eyes that were on Roman made him feel small. Curling up a bit as they all looked... was that concern?
"I- well I had a nightmare. A bad one. And I just thought, since Logan is always so good at calming Virgil down... Well I thought, why not try?" he said, laughing awkwardly as he saw how their expressions turned to full on worried.
"Roman why didn't you say so? I would've let you in right away I'm so sorry! Oh but you couldn't have said because I cut you off didn't I?? Kiddo I'm so sorry!" Patton seemed close to tears. Seeming to use all the power that was in him to not leap over to hug him right then and there.
"Princy you're an idiot. Just barge in next time. Smartass over here won't mind, I do it all the time." Virgil remarked. Logan looking at him in offence at being called anything with the word ass in it, though nodded in agreement none the less.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding Roman. If you ever need assistance, please, do not hesitate to - how do they say it- hit me up, if you will."
Deceit let out a groan at the same time that Virgil said 'nice' and Roman felt a bit of the weight that had dropped on him after being turned down by the others lift from his chest.
And Deceit watched as they began to talk like they should, with familiarity and casual affection and the occasional joke thrown in.
And Deceit watched as Roman sat up straighter again. A bit more weight lifted of his chest each time the others laughed at a joke he'd made. Smiled at him to show they cared. Made sure to be considerate and ask carefully if he was alright.
And Deceit nodded to himself before he stood. Patting Roman on the head once before turning around.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Roman asked, having grabbed the others sleeve. Confusion written all over his face together with something else. Something stuffed away so deep that he wasn't quite sure what it was.
"My job here is done isn't it? There's no reason for me to be here anymore."
Somebody continue because I'm stuck and aaaaaaaa
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