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“How about we get pizza for dinner today?”, Erika asked her sons. She had just picked them up from school.
Virgil and Janus sat in the backseat, Janus behind his mother.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”, he replied.
“What about you; Virgil?”, the mother looked at her other child through the rear mirror.
Virgil didn’t reply. He absentmindedly stared out of the window, his mind seemingly being in a different world.
“Virgil.”, Janus tapped on his brothers shoulder. He jolted.
“Huh? What’s up?”, the purple haired boy asked confused.
“Pizza tonight, yes or no?”, Erika repeated her question.
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”, Virgil agreed before staring out of the window again.
“Odd.”, Janus thought to himself.
“Did something happen?”, Erika wondered.
“Not that I know of.”, Janus replied, “I would say the day went by fine.”
That was partially a lie. But Janus didn’t feel like telling his mom about Remus’s breakdown. But aside from that, nothing too bad happened.
“Well, let’s talk about this at dinner then.”, Erika took a turn, “I assume you like the usual?”
Janus gave a nod.
After picking up the dinner at a pizza restaurant, Erika drove herself and her sons home, where Casper had already been waiting. While his family was on their way home, he set the table with plates, napkins and a few cups.
“So, how was school?”, the father asked his kids once everyone had taken a seat.
“Fine.”, Janus said, “Believe it or not, but Ashley McGee came up to us and apologized for her behavior.”
“Oh, that’s nice.”, Erika exclaimed.
“Quite surprising, really.”, Casper added.
“Angelica!”, Ashley called out her best friend, “Hey girl!”
“Hey.”, Angelica greeted back, enthusiasm missing.
“What’s wrong, babe?”, Ashley instantly noticed her friends bad mood.
“I- I’m just... a bit lost.”, Angelica wanted to lie, but couldn’t do so in front of her closest friend.
“Huh?”, Ashley raised an eyebrow, “How so?”
Angelica scratched the back of her head nervously.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, really.”, she admitted.
“You got a crush on me or what?”, Ashley asked with a sarcastic undertone.
“I’m sure, that I still like guys.”, Angelica countered, “But... speaking of guys...”
“Oh, is there a guy?”, Ashley then teased, “Tell me!”
“It’s not that either.”, Angelica shook her head, “It’s... well...”
“Come on, girl, you can talk to me about everything!”
“I’m not a girl.”
Ashley needed a moment to process what Angelica just told her.
“What do you mean by that?”, she questioned, not too thrilled.
“I don’t think I’m a girl.”, Angelica repeated her confession, “I don’t feel like one. Whenever I see myself in the mirror, I see a stranger that isn’t me.”
“Oh, come on girl.”
“I just told you I’m not a girl.”
“You’re probably just confused or something.”, Ashley waved it off, “Just tell me you’re gay and have a crush on me, I won’t be mad.”
“I don’t have a crush on you!”, Angelica shouted frustrated, “I’m a guy who likes other guys!”
“No way in hell, that that’s possible.”, Ashley snarked back, “I mean look at you. You don’t look manly to me! Plus you’re too pretty to be a boy!”
“Well, you’re the first person I’m telling this!”, Angelica kept arguing, “But you don’t seem to get it!”
“Yeah, I don’t get it!”, Ashley shouted, “Because it makes no sense! Why would you choose to be a gay boy?!”
“I didn’t choose to be one!”, tears built up in Angelicas eyes, “Just-“
“Sure, whatever.”, Ashley interrupted her friend, “I don’t need that kind of bullshit in my life.”
“What-?”
“If you wanna be an crossdressing faggy tranny then go for it! But don’t pull me into this!”
“Ashley, wait-“
“Bye, girl!”
“Hey. Storm.”, Ashley called out to the blond boy.
“Which one?”, Virgil hissed at the schoolmate.
“Kinda both, but I meant Janus.”, Ashley explained.
“That’s... the first time you use my chosen name.”, Janus pointed out.
“Yeah, I know.”, Ashley acknowledged with a slight snarl, “I wanted to apologize.”
Virgil and Janus gave each other a glance, along the lines of “Is she serious?”.
“You want to apologize.”, Janus repeated.
“Yeah.”, Ashley nodded, “I already talked to Hart, one of the Kingsleys and Crof-, no, wait, Berry, or whatever.”
“Is there and particular reason why you’re suddenly apologizing for us?”, Janus questioned. He was suspecting that there was malicious intent behind the apologies.
“There was a little situation with Berry and my dad yesterday.”, the teen girl elaborated, “And it was so fucking embarrassing. I always knew my dad was in the wrong, but I wanted to impress him. So I just played along his dumb little hate thing.”
“It’s not just a “dumb little hate thing”, you idiot.”, Virgil scolded, “People kill themselves over shit like that.”
“I... wasn’t aware of that.”, Ashley breathed, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I will never do shit like that ever again.”
“Well.”, Janus voiced, “Thank you for making an effort.”
“Sure...”, Ashley rubbed her upper arm shyly, “That doesn’t mean we’re friends again.”
“I wasn’t expecting that.”, Janus shook his head, “But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t glad that we’re on good terms again.”
“Same.”, Ashley smiled, “I guess it just took me a while to understand what you’re going through. I’m sure you’re gonna be a great Me Charleston in the play.”
Janus smiled back.
“Thank you.”
“Does that mean we can expect Ashley to visit us almost every weekend, like she used to?”, Casper asked with a slight grin.
“No.”, Janus shook his head, “I don’t think so.”
“Ah, well.”, the father sighed, “At least you’re getting along again.”
“One problem less I suppose.”, Janus said before taking a bite out of his first piece of pizza.
“What about you, Virgil?”, Casper then moved on to his other son. He had been silently picking off the toppings of his pizza and eating them by themselves.
“Virgil?”, Casper waved a hand in front of the teens face, “Hey, buddy!”
“Huh?”, Virgil looked up from his plate, “Did you say something?”
“I asked how your day was.”, Casper repeated his question from earlier, “Janus told us Ashley apologized to you.”
“She did, yeah.”, Virgil glanced back down on his pizza, “Was kinda weird.”
“I can imagine.”, the father chuckled, “But there’s something else on your mind, I can tell.”
“I’m sure all of us can tell.”, Janus added, mouth half full.
“Shut up.”, Virgil muttered slightly annoyed.
“Do you wanna talk about it, sweetie?”, Erika asked.
“Not really.”, Virgil said while showing the next bit of topping in his mouth.
“But it’s nothing bad, is it?”, Erika then asked a little worried.
“No, don’t worry.”, the teen reassured his parents.
Virgil ended up only eating one slice of pizza, saying he’d keep the rest for later, or for lunch in school the next day.
He sat in his room, feeding Sir Spiderton while music was playing from his laptops speakers.
“There you go, dude.”, he dropped the food in front of the arachnid, “Have fun munching.”
Sir Spiderton carefully watched the cricket before jumping into an attack and capturing it in his front legs.
“You always act like I haven’t fed you in years, man.”, Virgil chuckled as he closed the terrarium.
He then slowly walked over to his desk, where his homework had been waiting.
“Ugh.”, he groaned as he took a seat.
He decided to start with math. He wasn’t bad it it, but he didn’t like it. So he knew he would finish that quickly, just to get it out of the way.
Suddenly, his phone rang. A text message. When he checked his phone, he saw that Remus had sent a picture in the group chat.
It was a selfie of him with hair bleach in his hair, while sticking his tongue out.
Dukey: y’all convince prince scaredy cat 2 also dye his hair
Princey: no don’t do that!!!
Pawton: but isn’t the streak your signature thing, Remus?
Dukey: well duh
Dukey: I don’t wanna give him a streak
Prince: he wants to dye my entire undercut!
DragonWitch: that would look hella cool, wtf?!
DragonWitch: DO IT!
DragonWitch: (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾
SnakeDad: I give up.
DragonWitch: Good (￣∇￣)
Pawton: good 😁😁😁
Dukey: good 😘😘😘
SnakeDad: I’m going to throw up.
Dukey: LoLo and Veemo have been really quiet, what do u think?
Logan: You shouldn’t force anyone to permanently dye their hair, especially if it’s hair bleach.
Virgil sat there. And contemplated.
Somehow the sheer thought of Roman with dyed hair strangely played to his liking.
StormCloud: do it.
Princey: WHAT?!
StormCloud: go even further and dye it red
Princey: VIRGIL!?!?!?!
StormCloud: what?
StormCloud: red seems to be your favorite color
StormCloud: you constantly wear that red sports jacket after all
StormCloud: that reminds me, I should re-dye my hair as well, I can pick up some red dye for you, heh
Dukey: Lit, thanks
Princey: YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS, HUH?!
StormCloud: Yup
DragonWitch: I’ll come and pick you up, I gotta go grocery shopping anyways
StormCloud: Sweet
DragonWitch: JJ, you wanna join too?
SnakeDad: Do I want miss out on this opportunity? Of course I want to join.
Princey: I hate all of you.
DragonWitch: no you don’t, see you in an hour!
“Looks like homework has to wait.”, Virgil muttered to himself as he placed his phone down.
Someone knocked at his door, which was to be expected.
“Come in!”, Virgil granted permission.
Janus opened the door and poked his head in
“You evil fiend.”, he laughed, “Red? Really?”
“Sure, why not?”, Virgil raised an eyebrow, mischievous smirk stretched across his face.
“Then let’s get ready, I’m sure Diane will be here pretty soon.”
Which she was. It took her fifteen minutes to reach the Storm residence. Janus took a seat in the front of Dianes car, mainly because he needed the leg space, while Virgil sat in middle back.
“It’s quite handy to have a friend, that can drive.”, Virgil pointed out.
“That’s why I’m the cool aunt of the group.”, Diane pointed out, “How come you two can’t drive though?”
“We just turned 16 this year, give us some time.”, Janus replied.
“Plus haven’t you heard?”, Virgil questioned sarcastically, “Gays can’t drive.”
“Bitch, do I look straight to you?”, Diane shot a questioning look through the mirror at Virgil.
The group laughed.
“But to be real for a second, I don’t want to learn how to drive, honestly.”, Virgil then informed.
“How so?”
“Too much stress. And anxiety. I could cause a car crash anytime and I’m not up for that.”
“Yeah, valid.”, Diane nodded, “What about you, J.D.?”
“... J.D.?”, Janus questioned.
“Come on dude.”, Diane smirked, “That’s literally your initials.”
“I’m 100% certain you also got that from Heathers.”
“Yeah, lmao.”
“Well.”, Janus tried steering the topic back to driving, “I wish to save my money for other things. My drivers license can wait for now.”
“Also valid.”, Diane gave another nod, “Cars can be pretty expensive.”
Eventually, the gang made it to the mall.
“Alright, let’s get that hair dye.”, Diane cheered as she parked the car.
“Didn’t you need groceries as well?”, Janus wondered.
“Yeah, by that I meant coffee, milk and cereal. Otherwise I can’t I’ve breakfast.”, the Senior student said while unbuckling, “But that’s not as exciting as hair dye honestly.”
“I actually had another idea.”, Virgil suddenly threw in.
“Ooooh.”, Diane gawked, “That is?”
“A crown?!”, Roman exclaimed in shock as Virgil presented him the yellow and red dye.
While him, Janus and Diane were shopping, Remus started with bleaching his brothers hair. It was already brighter than before, but still needed a few more minutes to sit. Remus was ten steps ahead of him, as he already washed his dye out.
“Yeah, like, in the back of your head or something.”, Virgil smiled, with a hint of a tease.
“That....”, Roman stuttered, “That sounds marvelous!”
“I kinda knew you’d like it, heh.”, Virgil placed the two containers of dye on the sink.
“Did you bring your purple too?”, Remus asked.
“I did, but I can dye it at home.”, Virgil waved it off.
“I can do it for you when you’re done with me.”, Roman offered, “I’m sure my smelly brother over here wants to take the chance and annoy Janus.”
“Kiss my entire ass.”, Remus insulted his twin, “But yeah, you’re right. Where is Dee by the way?”
“Downstairs with Diane, chatting with your moms.”, Virgil informed.
“‘Kay then.”, Remus clapped once, “You can wash the bleach out in, like, ten minutes. See ya!”
With that, he left Roman and Virgil alone.
“I assume you’re going to paint the crown on me then.”, Roman smiled.
“It was my idea, so I guess it’s fair.”, Virgil shrugged.
“Let me put the bleach on your hair first though.”, Roman got up from the bathtub he had been sitting on, and offered his seat to Virgil.
“Thanks.”, Virgil accepted the offer. He took off his jacket and placed it aside. He didn’t want to get any bleach on it.
“Wait, here.”, Roman quickly got a towel from a rack and wrapped it around Virgil’s shoulders. He then got onto working on Virgil’s hair. Pulling some gloves on, he grabbed the paper bag Virgil had placed next to the sink. He guessed the purple dye and bleach were in there.
“Ha, bingo!”, he cheered as he spotted the items he was looking for.
He quickly mixed the ingredients for the bleach together, stirring it in a plastic bowl with a brush.
“Can you hold that for me?”, he held the bowl towards Virgil.
“Sure.”, Virgil grabbed the bowl, holding it with both hand. He held it a little higher, so Roman would have easier access.
Roman painted the first few streaks quietly. Eventually, it was too quiet for him, so he started to whistle a tune.
But that wouldn’t cut it for too long.
“Hey, Virgil.”, he addressed the other teen.
“Yeah?”, Virgil asked.
“Can I ask you something?”, Roman asked, “And don’t tell me I just did, Remus does that all the time.”
“Uh, sure.”, Virgil got slightly anxious, “What’s up?”
“I know we have a... strange history when it comes to romantic ordeals.”
“Is this about your failed attempt to ask me on a date, or the “people like you” comment I made?”, Virgil wondered.
“The latter.”, Roman said while dipping into the bowl for more bleach, “What did you mean exactly?”
“N-nothing, really.”, Virgil desperately needed something to distract his fingers with, but he had to hold the bowl, “It just slipped because Antonio made me so angry.”
“So... you actually would date me?”, Roman wondered curiously, “Just in theory of course.”
Virgil wanted to say no.
But what came out of his mouth wasn’t exactly that.
“Maybe, I guess.”, he uttered.
HUH?
WHAT?!
“Oh!”, escaped Roman’s mouth, “I did not expect that.”
NEITHER DID I.
“Don’t read too much into it.”, Virgil looked away, blushing slightly, “You have a boyfriend after all.”
“I know, don’t worry.”, Roman chuckled, “I just wanted some clarification.”
The room fell silent once again, and Virgil didn’t like that. It made him more anxious the more time passed.
“Hey, uh.”, he spoke up, as if his mind had been on autopilot, “How... When did you learn how to sing so well?”
“Oh, I’ve had singing lessons since I was young.”, Roman explained while he keeps dyeing Virgil’s hair, “You see, Remus and I are both born performers. However, he’s more the visual kind of performer, while I am much, much stronger with my voice. That’s not to say we’re bad at the other things. Remus’s can sing quite well, but he doesn’t have the same voice range, while I’m nowhere near as flexible for the stunts he can pull while dancing.”
“Huh, funny coincidence.”, Virgil tried to keep up with the conversation, which had been instantly dominated by the twin, “Janus is also more of a dancer.”
“I noticed!”, Roman beamed, “I was surprised when he brought that up to Mx Joan. But from what I’ve seen so far, he dances pretty well.”
“Yeah, he’s been dancing for years.”, Virgil told, “He’s really into that old timey stuff.”
“Perfect for his role I would say.”, the taller teen pointed out.
“What does Remus, like... specify in?”
What the fuck, Virgil?
“Mostly things that get his energy out of his system. Breakdance, Jumpstyle, things like that.”, Roman sighed, “However, we haven’t had time to find him a new club to join yet.”
“Huh.”, Virgil breathed.
Once again, the two boys hadn’t been able to keep the conversation up. So Roman silently, if it weren’t for his humming, kept putting more dye in Virgil’s hair, until he was done.
“Alright!”, Roman announced, “We’re done!”
“It’s already itching.”, Virgil checked himself out in the mirror, “That’s how we know it’s working.”
“Yeah, it’s unbearable.”, Roman scratched his head wit the tip of the brush, “Let me wash this so you can do your little art project on my head, heh.”
“I could add some purple gem stones as well.”, Virgil offered.
“You know what, at this point it’s go all or go home.”, Roman shrugged.
“Sweet.”, Virgil said before preparing the other dyes.
After Roman rinsed out all the residue, he looked in the mirror.
“Sweet Caroline-!”, he exclaimed.
“Bah-bah-baaah.”, Virgil added, “Come on, sit down so I can slob this paint on your head.”
Without hesitation, Roman took a seat.
Virgil instantly started to paint. With purple first. He made three dots, which were going to be the gemstones of the crown. He then moved on to the yellow, painting the crown around the purple he placed down earlier.
Last but not least, the red.
“Compared to the bleach, this feels like heaven.”, Roman hummed, “And you do this regularly?”
“I try to dye my hair once a month, but eh.”, Virgil shrugged, “I don’t always have the motivation.”
After a few more dips into the red paint, Virgil was done.
“Alright, I’m done.”, he announced to Roman, “You have to let that sit for 15 minutes.”
Eventually, the two were entirely done with dyeing hair and making a mess in the bathroom with that.
“Well, thanks for the spa treatment, Princey.”, Virgil said as he checked his hair up close in the mirror.
“No, thank you for the piece of art you created on my head!”, Roman smiled at Virgil through the mirror, “As much as I protested at first, it actually is quite wonderful.”
The two teens locked eyes in the mirror, carefully analyzing each other’s face.
“N-no problem.”, Virgil stuttered. He noticed his hands were suddenly trembling a little bit, indicating he’d gotten nervous. However, he couldn’t tell what caused him to become nervous in the first place.
“Heh.”, he laughed awkwardly, “I-I guess it’s time to head home now.”
“Uh, sure. Yeah.”, Roman replied, just as awkward.
Eventually, Diane dropped the pair of brothers back home.
“Thanks for taking us.”, Janus thanked the older teen through the open car window.
“Hey, it was for a good cause, heh.”, Diane chuckled, “Roman looks awesome, you did a pretty nice job, Virgil.”
“Thanks.”, Virgil replied, a little absent minded, similar to earlier.
“Well, see you guys tomorrow. Toodles!”, Diane waved as she drove off.
“Virgil.”, Janus addressed his brother, “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.”, Virgil lied.
“Are you really trying to lie to me?”, Janus asked with an raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, I tried, I failed, I’ll go to bed.”, Virgil turned around on one heel and lazily walked towards the front main door of the apartment complex.
“And your homework?”, Janus questioned.
“Ugh, damn it.”, Virgil swore, “Just let me barricade myself in my room again like I usually do.”
“You know where to find me if you wish to talk about it.”, Janus said while catching up to Virgil.
“Sure, whatever.”, Virgil rolled his eyes, “Just open the door already.”
“You have to ring the bell, I didn’t bring my keys.”
Virgil sighed as he banged his forehead against the front door.
“.... Or you could knock too, I doubt our parents will hear that though.”, Janus teased.
“Shut up and ring the bell.”, Virgil mumbled, “You’re closer to it anyways.”
Princey: well, I did it.
Pawton: you dyed your hair red?!?!
Princey: not only red, just look!
Roman sent a photo in the group chat.
Pawton: WHOA!!!! THAT’S SO COOL!!!!
Princey: Indeed! Virgil did a fantastic job!
Pawton: can’t wait to see that irl tomorrow!!
“Logan! Look!”, Patton showed his partner the picture of Roman. The couple was in Patton’s room, having a relaxing night before heading to bed. Homework had been done hours ago, dinner had been eaten too, so the boyfriends had the rest of the afternoon all to themselves. Logan decided to read a book while Patton, head laying on the taller boys lap, played Animal Crossing. Up until his phone rang of course.
“Wow.”, Logan exclaimed as he saw Roman’s new hairdo, “That is quite impressive.”
“Mhm!”, Patton agreed, “By the way, did Cass contact Janus yet?”
“They did, and they got some useful information too.”, Logan informed the dark blond boy, “They’re keeping me updated and from what I could gather, things have improved a little bit. There’s still a long way to go, but it’s a good start.”
“Do you have to tutor them anytime soon?”, Patton wondered, “I could tag along if that’s okay!”
“Of course.”, Logan smiled, “But it’s the twins turn again this week. Cass has an upcoming Spanish test they need to study for.”
“Oh no!”, Patton exclaimed, “Can you wish them good luck from me?”
“Will do. Promise.”
“Thanks!”
A knock at the door interrupted the boys little banter.
“Come in!”, Patton granted permission.
“Hey you two!”, Catherine greeted as she poked her head in, “Logan, your father is here.”
Excitement filled Logan’s chest. Which was a new, considering, that that sentence used to cause unease and anxiety in him. He placed his book upside down, as he didn’t have a bookmark at hand, and got out of the bed. Simultaneously, Patton sat up, to give the black haired teen some more room.
“Thank you, Cat.”, Logan nodded as he walked past the mother and jogged downstairs.
When he arrived in the living room, he heard laughter erupt from the kitchen. Seemed like Mathew and Mark had a pleasant conversation.
Logan fixed his glasses and his collar, and calmly strutted towards the kitchen.
“Good late afternoon.”, he greeted.
“Ah, Logan!”, Mark shot his son a wide smile, “I hope you’re doing well.”
“I am, thank you for asking.”, Logan replied as he walked inside the kitchen.
“That’s good to hear.”, Mark nodded contently, “Let’s make that better. I’ve got some good news!”
The father of three opened one side of his jacket, to have better access to the inner pocket, which he pulled an already opened envelope out of.
“We got the adoption papers in the mail today!”, he informed Logan, “We already filled out as much as we could, the rest is up to you.”
He held the envelope towards Logan.
“Th-thank you.”, the teen stuttered as he carefully took the envelope, “I’ll fill this out right away.”
“Take your time, I can wait a little.”, Mark waved it off, “No rush.”
“Would you like a coffee then?”, Mathew offered.
“Oh, thank you, I’d love to!”
While the fathers returned to their banter again, joined by Catherine now, Logan rushed back upstairs, back to Patton’s room.
“Is everything-“
“Sorry to interrupt you, but I need a pen!”, Logan hurriedly pulled the papers out of the envelope and placed them on the desk while sitting down on the desk chair.
“Oh, of course!”, Patton got up from the bed and went to his backpack, to get a pen for Logan. He pulled out his pencil case and quickly retrieved the next best pen he could.
“Gotcha!”, he cheered as he took the pen, ballpoint with a pastel rainbow casing, in his fist and rushed over to Logan, “Here!”
“Thank you.”, Logan held his left hand open, without breaking contact with the document in front of him.
Patton hummed a little tune as he placed the pen in his boyfriends hand. He then decided to give Logan some space and take a seat on the bed again.
He carefully watched Logan.
The smart student mumbled a little while reading through the papers, he was possibly reading the text to himself. Every now and again, the pen would scratch across the paper.
After a few minutes, Logan reached the last page of the documents. He read through it, signed it, and place the pen down. He then checked all papers, just in case he missed something.
A sigh of relief escaped Logan’s mouth.
“Logan?”, Patton tried to get his boyfriends attention, “Is everything alright?”
“Mhm.”, Logan nodded, “I’m just in... disbelief, I think.”
He took a deep breath.
“Could you... walk downstairs with me?”, he then asked the tinier teen.
“Of course!”, Patton jumped up from the bed and rushed over to Logan. He held out a hand for Logan to hold onto, which he did. He then slowly, and with slightly shaky legs, stood up and grabbed the stack of papers.
Patton then carefully guided his partner downstairs, leading him into the living room, where the group of parents had relocated.
Logan nervously chewed on the inside of his lips. He was too afraid to speak up.
“You can do it.”, Patton whispered words of encouragement as he gave Logan’s hand a comforting squeeze.
Logan exhaled, letting out the breath he’d been unconsciously holding. He nodded.
“Mark.”, he called his father.
Mark turned his head upon hearing his name.
“Ah, Logan!”, Mark jumped up from his seat and rushed around to get to his son.
“I-“, Logan looked down at the papers he had been holding. With shaky hands he held them towards Mark.
“All filled out?”, Mark asked with a smile as he grabbed the stack. Logan nodded. His confidence in speaking at all had left him.
“Well, heh.”, Mark chuckled happily, “Welcome to the Berry family, Logan.”
Logan squeezed his eyes shut. He tried suppressing the tears of joy that were building up, however the amount of joy he felt was too much to handle. His free hand quickly came up to cover his mouth as the first sobs emerged from his throat.
“Hey, buddy.”, Mark gave Logan a few pats on his shoulder, “Come here.”, he then invited him for a hug, which Logan gladly accepted.
Without letting go of Patton’s hand, Logan leaned in for the hug, leaning this forehead on Marks shoulder.
After almost two decades of abuse and lies, Logan finally had a biological family he could proudly call his own.
He never realized how truly bad he had been treated by Susan and Austin. He knew, what they did to him wasn’t correct. Not morally good even, excluding Austin’s “lesson”. That was clearly wrong. But aside from that, what parents forced their child to address them by their first name? What parents only provided a room the size of a broom closet? What parents forced their child to buy their own food with the little allowance they’ve gotten each week?
No more of that.
Logan was finally fully detached from Susan and Austin.