Tw: weight loss

Virgil felt too tired to get up so the two were cuddling in bed on Saturday. Patton was holding Virgil from behind. His hands were gliding over Virgil's body which he slightly minded as he felt insecure about his body. "Did you loose weight?" Patton asked.

"Not that I know of," Virgil said truthfully, he didn't see that he had lost weight all he saw was that he had lots of starving to do.

"Your tummy feels smaller," Patton commented.

Virgil shrugged, "It could be the fat redistributing."

Patton shook his head the best his could against the pillow, "It couldn't be, your thighs and butt are also smaller." Patton had his hand on Virgil's hip and he could feel Virgil's hipbone.

"Maybe my metabolism is recovering?" Virgil tried.

Patton frowned, "Maybe. But I haven't seen you eat a lot recently, are you relapsing?"

"Of course not," Virgil answered, "I'm finally recovering, why would I want to ruin that?"

"I don't know, I'm just making sure you're okay," Patton said. He placed a kiss to the back of Virgil's neck, "And if you do feel like relapsing or you relapse please tell me so I can help you."

Virgil nodded, "I will."