After excusing himself, Virgil walks into the bathroom and takes out the bottom drawer. Hidden underneath that is a small box, the box containing anything from old pictures to movie tickets. But on top of all that is two things, one, being a form saying that he's to be at court, and the other being a death certificate under the name of Charlie Alex Larrabee. (I forgot the last name I used for Virgil so now his last name is Larrabee.) Moving past his older brothers certificate, he picks up the court order, telling him that he's a witness against the defence. The drunk driver may have been the one to hit Charlie, but Virgil was certain that it was his fault, he was the one who went to a party, he was the one who got drunk and scared, he was the one who got Charlie to pick him up. He remembers sitting outside for hours waiting to get picked up, but Charlie never showed. He remembers walking home at 4am, entering the house seeing his father holding his little brother both sobbing. He remembers asking where Charlie was, and no one would answer him, he remembers breaking down in his room, hating himself for asking him to pick him up. Swearing to never go to a party again. He remembers the funeral, having to watch his best friend get lowered down into the ground. He remembers staying in his room all the time, not speaking, it's not like he had school anyway, he already graduated. He remembers how his father had to literally lock him out of the house for him to go to uni, meeting Logan, Roman and Patton. Falling in love with them, then he remembers them crying, Roman broke up with them, and Virgil couldn't help but feel guilty over that as well. If he hadn't have brought that whiskey, Roman wouldn't have gotten his hair dyed, he wouldn't be angry at them. Maybe he wouldn't have broken up with them, and not have taken away part of his heart. Maybe then Virgil wouldn't be feeling numb on the bathroom tiles. Staring off into the distance.