Chemically Imbalanced: Chapter 07: Lazy Sundays
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Fandom/Genre: Sander’s Sides/Slow Burn (?)
Warnings: Minor Swearing
Word Count: 2,426
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After a week of feeling like death warmed up, Patton could officially say he was feeling much, much better. Well enough, in fact, to sneak out of bed and down to the kitchen. He knew that Logan would vehemently protest, but he was feeling better.
He hummed softly to himself as he prepared a light breakfast for his two boys, lost in the moment. So lost, in fact, that he hadn’t heard Virgil come down the stairs.
The quiet, gravelly voice behind him surprised Patton, and he spun around, a wide grin spreading on his face when he saw Virgil’s sleep mussed hair. But the way the corners of his mouth were down-turned, his slumped, almost defeated posture made that grin melt into concern.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Virgil looked up at him, rubbing the heel of his hand into his eye, “You didn’t come home til late…”
Virgil gave him a forced, but watery smirk, “Yeah, uh, stargazing again.” He stepped around him to the coffee machine, “Sorry if I worried you.”
Patton focused his attention on Virgil for a few moments. His eyes lost focus as he waited for coffee, arms protectively wrapping around his chest and his shoulders sank lower. This was…so unlike Virgil, even first thing in the morning.
“Is everything okay?” Patton asked gently, tilting his head the tiniest fraction to the side and Virgil turned his head a little to glance up at his Dad.
“Yeah, everything’s great. Fine. Perfect.” He squeezed his own chest, as though fighting off an ache, “Great.” He mumbled, turning to look back at the coffee machine.