So long as it’s bright enough, so long as it makes him look cute. It doesn’t really matter. He’s good in videos. He’s good in conversation. Nobody knows. Roman had caught him crying a few times. The prince had entered his room unannounced - but he never noticed the tear tracks which had stained Patton’s face. He had convinced himself it was fun to be fake. After all, if you’re fake, then you can be perfect.
Perfect. He has to be perfect. He has to be happy. He has to appear happy. He has to make everyone happy. It doesn’t matter how he really feels. It just doesn’t matter.