Sorry for this chapter taking so long. Truth is that this book is coming to its end but I don't want it to so I'm dragging it out. Oops sorry.
Tw: Mentions of two past suicides, mentions of death(but no actual death and no suicidal thoughts or flashbacks of them), anxiety

Virgil waited anxiously for Patton to come back home. Right now Bear was laying on his lap as she had sensed his anxiety like she always did so Virgil was petting her in hopes of calming down. He had his first appointment with Dr. Picani today once Patton got back and so he was worried. He'd never gone to therapy before and so he was worrying over what to say and what to do. 

Finally Patton got home so they could go to Virgil's appointment together. They didn't really know what would be happening and so Patton was going to wait outside in the nearby park. He still hadn't gotten his phone back from the police department and since it was evidence to a technically unsolved murder he didn't think he'd get it back anytime soon. This meaning that Virgil couldn't text him when they were done, plus Patton should really put getting a phone higher up on his to do list.

"Nervous?" Patton questioned with a sympathetic smile when he saw the state of his boyfriend. Virgil gave a short and simple nod in response, not really feeling up to talking right now. Patton walked over and pressed a kiss to the top of Virgil's head. "Everything will be fine. You're going to do great."

A small smile found its way onto Virgil's face and he leaned up and pecked Patton's lips. "I know. Just anxiety acting up."

Patton picked up the hand that had been petting Bear before he came home but now laid still on the dog's back and brought it up to his lips so he could place a small kiss to the back of Virgil's hand. "Then I'll hold your hand until I can't any longer."

Virgil's small smile grew slightly wider. "Thanks, Pat. I love you."

"I love you too," Patton responded. "Now come on or we'll be late to your appointment." Virgil took a deep breath to prepare himself then nodded before shooing Bear off his lap and standing up.

"Virgil," the receptionist called out into the room. Virgil looked up from his and Patton's hand to acknowledge her. "Picani is ready to see you now," she told him.

Virgil had to take a deep breath before standing up, his anxiety spiked and at the sane time calmed. It calmed because he didn't have to wait any longer but spiked because now he had to go in. Patton stood up with him and gave Virgil's hand a squeeze before releasing it. He cupped Virgil's face with his hands and kissed him for a few seconds before pulling back and whispering, "You got this. I'm proud of you already."

Virgil smiled and felt all of his anxiety quiet down to a simmer of worry. "Thanks," Virgil whispered back and pecked Patton's lips before he finally left down the hall to Picani's room.

Virgil looked around the therapist's room, and felt his anxiety rise again, worried that he wasn't supposed to be in there because Picani wasn't there. Scanning the room again he noticed all the Disney and other cartoon figurines, posters and similar items.

Suddenly he heard someone say "It's the moment you've been waiting for!" As the person began to say combinations of "duh, de duddly duh" in a pattern Virgil turned around to see a man sticking his hands though the door. Virgil watched as the man continued the the tune, pausing it to take some deep breaths. He finally entered all the way and sat down in a chair across from a two-person, black couch. "New patient, do you how do?"

Virgil tried to respond but he was confused by what was happening so all that came were confused breaths. "Please, have a seat," Picani said as he pointed to the couch across from him. Virgil sat down without saying anything, no longer feeling anxious but confused. "You're Virgil, correct?" Emile asked with a wide smile. Virgil just nodded, seemingly forgetting how to talk. "Well since we're both angles here we can let our wings out!" Picani stood up and closed the blinds on the window and on the glass door. He sat back down and his wings spread out to the sides.

Virgil noticed how Picani's wings looked similar to his while Patton's, Talyn's, and Honesty's had all looked different. "Can I ask you something?" Virgil questioned.

"Go right ahead!" Emile encouraged. "This is all about whatever you want to talk about!"

"Why are everyone's wings different? Does it signify anything or is it just random?" Virgil asked.

"The shape and size of someone's wings do have meaning, however the size is more complicated than shape. If you reveal your wings I can tell show you what that is," Picani offered. Hesitantly Virgil released his wings and he saw Picani's smile fall. "Suicide," Picani murmured.

"What?"

The joy and energy in Picani's actions and voice was dimished now. "The shape of someone's wings tells you how someone died, the exceptions to that are Talyn and Honesty because they never died. By looking at the shape of your wings I can tell that you killed yourself."

Virgil's wings curled in and wrapped around Virgil in a sort-of shield and he looked down, feeling ashamed that Picani knew, even if he would've probably found out at some point. Then he looked up again and focused on Picani's wings. "You-" Virgil paused, "I'm sorry."

Picani smiled a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm here to help you."

"No, I was... talking about your wing shape. We have similar wing shapes. I'm sorry you went through that," Virgil explained.

Picani looked down and his smile dropped. "It's fine." He looked up again and he smiled again. "Things are better now and I can help others. I still wish I hadn't done it but that's in the past. I just hope I can stop others, that's why I'm a therapist." Picani cleared his throat, sat up straighter and his smile he'd had when he walked in returned. "Enough about me. This is your time and because I do things a little out of the ordinary you can think of it as your cartoon therapy."

Virgil left the room once his session was over. He looked around the waiting room and when he couldn't see his boyfriend he knew he'd be a t the park Patton mentioned that he might hang out at. Virgil left the office and walked the two blocks to the park. He looked around the grass when he arrived and it was obvious where Patton was. The man in the bright blue polo and khakis petting some strangers dog while his cat hood was over his head. Virgil smiled and walked over to his boyfriend. "Pat, how long have you been keeping this person hostage by petting their dog?" Virgil jokingly asked.

"I haven't been petting the puppo for too long!" Patton replied.

"Like over five minuets," the dog's owner answered.

Patton pouted at being exposed and Virgil chuckled at how adorable Patton was when he tried to pout. Finally the dog owner was able to leave and continue their walk. Patton frowned even more as he watched the dog leave. Virgil just smiled fondly and helped Patton onto his feet. "How about we go home and you can pet Bear instead," Virgil offered.

"Fine," Patton dragged out with a faked pout. He pecked Virgil's lips and when he pulled away his smile returned. "So how was your first session?"

"It was interesting. He used cartoons to help explain stuff which actually made it easier to think about. I also found out that the shape of our wings signifies how an angel died," Virgil replied.

"I'm glad it went well, Baby. Now let's go home and you can choose dinner tonight."

When they got back home Virgil still didn't know what he wanted to eat. He liked Patton choosing so he didn't have to think of anything or worry at all about it. "Got any ideas?" Patton asked.

"Nope," Virgil said with a sigh. "I like it when you choose for me."

"You're gonna have to choose some things for yourself, Virge," Patton reminded his boyfriend.

"What if, I just stick with you forever and so I never have to decide what to eat," Virgil suggested.

Patton shook his head with a fond smile. "That's sweet and I want to stick with you forever too but what if I get busy and you have to cook dinner?"

"I'll ask you what you want and make that," Virgil answered.

"What if I can't think of anything to say because all my focus is going into something else?"

"Cereal for dinner then."

Patton laughed and shook his head. "Oh Virgil, never learned adultery did you?"

"Pat that's not-" Virgil sighed and shook his head, not wanting to ruin Patton's pure heart with the definition.

"It's not what?" Patton questioned with a small head tilt and an innocent smile. 

"Never mind, it's not important. But do you have any suggestions for dinner that you'd like?" Virgil asked, trying to stay on topic.

Patton shook his head. "Nope, you gotta choose!" Patton walked away into the kitchen and Virgil frowned, he knew that Patton was doing it to help him but he just wanted Patton to choose. Patton walked back out of the kitchen and handed Virgil an old book that had stains all over it. "Here, find something you like," Patton instructed. Looking at the cover Virgil saw it to be a cookbook but it clicked something in his mind.

"Virgie, look!" Patton said excitedly as his friend entered his small apartment. He was holding a cookbook out to show the young teen.

"It's a uh, cookbook?" VIrgil hesitantly questioned, unsure as to why Patton was so excited about a cookbook.

Patton nodded happily. "I was thinking that maybe we could make something from it together?"

Virgil let a small smile slip onto his face, now understanding why his best friend was so excited. "Sure, Pat."

Patton smiled wider. "Yay! You can pick something if you want."

Virgil flipped through the cook book, looking for something that looked good. He finally landed on some thing that was plain enough for Virgil as he always hated things with too much flavor. It was a spaghetti with spinach, garlic and other things.

"I'm hungry," Virgil complained as he and Patton cuddled on Patton's sofa. They had claimed that it was because they were cold and didn't feel like grabbing some blankets. 

"What do you want to eat?" Patton asked from where he laid on Virgil's chest.

Virgil shrugged. "I don't know and I don't really care."

Patton hummed and then remembered the recipe that they had made a few months ago, Virgil had enjoyed it so why not make it again? "Stay here, I'll make something," Patton told Virgil and stood up.

"You don't have to do it by yourself, I can help," Virgil offered.

"It's fine, Virgil. I can do it."

Virgil smiled at Patton who was about to enter the kitchen. "You're gonna make some girl really happy one day."

"Well actually I like boys," Patton told Virgil, knowing that Virgil was gay so it was okay to tell him. "But also girls at the same time. I just love everyone regardless of their gender."

"Well I completely support you in your sexuality. You're going to make someone really happy one day," Virgil said, correcting his sentence.

Patton smiled wide at his best friend, happy that Virgil accepted him back. Patton came back later with two plates filled with the pasta. Virgil was in the same spot and he had found a pen so he was now doodling on his arms. Virgil smiled and sat up so he could eat.

Virgil knocked on Patton's door and was soon answered by Patton who was smiling as per usual. Well he was until he saw tears streaming down Virgil's face and noticed the heavy breathing. Patton immediately let Virgil in. "What's going on? Are you having a panic attack?" Patton was quick to ask.

"N-no, I just- I ran over here," Virgil explained for his irregular breathing.

"Why are you crying then?" Patton asked as he wiped some of Virgil's tears away.

"I'm going to l-live with m-my m-mom a-a-a-and she's moving to C-Canada," Virgil explained. "I won't see you for a-all of o-o-our senior year."

Patton felt his heart crumble into pieces. "You're... You're moving away." Virgil nodded in confirmation. It was hard for Patton's mind to process that his best friend would be leaving him. After three amazing years. They were being pulled apart. Tears brimmed Patton's and his voice cracked as he asked, "When?"

"Two weeks," Virgil answered. The tears fell down Patton's face and he pulled Virgil into a tight hug. After god knows how long of crying and hugging Patton pulled away and cupped Virgil's face in his hands.

"I promise you I'm going to spend these next two weeks with you as much as physically possible. Then I'll call you as much as I can, okay?" Patton promised. "I want you to honestly tell me how you're doing everyday. I don't care if you're worried about bringing me down, the only thing that could bring me down is finding out you were in pain and weren't telling me."

"Thanks Pat, and you gotta tell me everything too. I don't want to miss a thing."

"I will. Now let me make your favorite and then we can cuddle," Patton said.

Virgil took one of Patton's hands into his own and gave it a small squeeze. "Let's make it together."

Virgil smiled back on the memories, and how oblivious they both were to their feelings for the other. He flipped through the pages and hoped he could find it. Then he did. His smile grew at the page that was stained by the same sauce it instructed on how to make. There were small doodles he had done in the past and notes written from both him and Patton. This is that recipe your NOT emo best friend likes Virgil saw in his old handwriting at the top then Patton's handwriting next to it, Just accept that you're emo already! Virgil let out a small laugh at the words. He also saw another note, this time with an arrow pointing to the ingredients and in Patton's handwriting,  Virgil likes it with double tomatoes and olives added.

Virgil showed the recipe to Patton, who was currently confused as to why Virgil was smiling like a dork at the cookbook. "How about we make this again?" Virgil suggested. 

Patton smiled as he slowly recognized the page and memories flooded his thoughts. "Sounds perfect."