After dinner had been finished, Logan turned on a random horror flick. Despite what most would think, Patton was actually the horror movie fan, and Virgil was..well, he claimed to like them, however the nightmares that followed disagreed wholeheartedly.

"Uhm..Logan" Patton chuckled nervously as he watched his boyfriend turn on the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, "I don't think that's such a good idea.."

"Oh, I thought you enjoyed the horror genre, you seemed to have taken a liking to it recently" Logan said, picking the remote back up to change the channel for him.

"I do—but my kiddo over there is kind of..well, he gets a little scared—"

"Do not!" Virgil scoffed, looking up from his phone—probably texting his friends about his close call/partial accident and slandering Roman—to glare playfully at his dad.

"Really?" Patton smirked, "because last time I checked— which was last week—you had a nightmare so bad over one that you had to call me to take you to the bathroom in the middle of the night because you were so scared."

Virgil blushed. "N-no—"

"And you wet the bed a week before that-"

"POINT TAKEN LET'S WATCH MY LITTLE PONY OR SOMETHING!" Virgil practically screamed, ducking his head into a pillow and blushing.

"Awe, Virgey pie I was just teasing!" Patton exclaimed with a chuckle.

"Virgey pie?!" Logan asked, an amused tone in his voice. Virgil looked up and saw Logan's smirk, and decided that he liked it much better when Logan acted cold and stoic.

"N-no!" He said quickly, "Dad!" Virgil wailed, "look what you've done!"

"Actually, I never would have suspected this, as I took you as the type to like horror movies. You seemed so into dark conspiracy theories and looking for the spookier and edgier meanings behind poetry, games, films, a bunch of things" Logan reasoned, beginning to flip through the channels for more options.

"I mean—I like horror movies—I enjoy them just like I enjoy those conspiracy theories. In the moment they thrill me, I love feeling creeped out and scared when i'm with people, but when i'm alone at night thinking everything just seems too real and it gets too freaky!" He defended, "it's my stupid brain."

"Ah, that actually makes a lot of sense—you see, there was a study on something similar to this,-"

"Okay!" Patton interrupted Logan, "no science-y stuff! It's summer! Now, hush up, this is a very touching film!"

Logan gave Patton a dry look, "Five Feet Apart? Really? I've never seen this one..it has too many icky..feelings.."

Patton and Virgil gasped simultaneously, "you've NEVER seen five feet apart?!" They both yelled in unison.

"This is a deal breaker" Patton joked.

"We can fix him" Virgil nodded seriously, turning out the lights before hissing, "watch child, you shall learn!"

Logan looked at the tv for a little while, thinking that they must be joking. They had to be, right? Patton watching such a sweet and emotional film, Logan could understand—but Virgil?! The dark and edgy lord of teenage angst himself? It was unheard of! Unspoken, an atrocity! And the boy was clearly enjoying it as well.

Logan would never admit it, but at a few points in the movie, he had been a bit misty eyed.

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"T-they j-ju-ust wanted..to be together!" Patton sniffled, blowing into his third tissue(from his seventh box)as the movie ended.

"Hmm, yes" Logan said, coughing quickly to cover up his emotional vulnerability, "though she should have known better than to fall in love, with their conditions. And to take back a foot? Do safety precautions mean nothing? The rules and standards were set in place for a reason."

Virgil smirked, "Logan, it's just a movie! Lighten up!"

"Awe, look at you two bonding! See Virgil, all it took was two pairs of wet pants and you're practically sharing tooth brushes—"

"Dad! Please filter yourself!" Virgil groaned, "And don't bring my pants into this!" He added on with a hiss, "i'm sensitive" he sniffled, fully prepared to fake cry.

"Oh, kiddo!" Patton gasped, clapping a hand over his mouth, "I—I'm so sorry honey! It just came out!"

"Oh, Patton don't be ridiculous! He's clearly faking it" Logan scoffed.

Virgil's lip quivered and his eyes shined with tears, "D-dad, Logan's being mean to me!" Virgil quickly hopped off of his bed and into his father's, diving into Patton's arms and burying his face into his chest as he continued to (fake) cry.

"Logan!" Patton shouted angrily, "didn't you just hear?! He's sensitive!" He wrapped his arms around his son and held him tighter.

"You—I—I give up!" Logan exclaimed, settling in bed next to Patton, and ruffled Virgil's hair as a fake apology. Virgil growled 'menacingly' as he put it, and cuddled further into Patton.

Eventually, everybody got off of the bed and began their nightly pre-bedtime rituals. Logan made his way to the bathroom first to take care of his business and brush his teeth, because the other two knew that if they went first they'd get paranoid and go twice again before they even turned out the lights.

"Wait.." Virgil whispered in horror, "you—you guys are going to sleep together?!" He hissed as Logan climbed into bed next to Patton.

"What did you think was going to happen?" Logan asked, amusement evident in his voice.

"I-I-I dunno! Dad, quick come get into bed with me before it's too late!" He called desperately.

Patton chuckled, "kiddo, it's fine! We aren't going to do anything, I promise!"

"No! Dad, I'm not going to allow this to happen. Get in my bed now" Virgil said, glaring at Logan, "he'll corrupt you."

Patton laughed, "not a chance, kiddo. Look, me and Logan will sleep as far apart as we can, okay? We won't even touch."

"Good. You've gotta leave room for Jesus" Virgil sighed, finally caving in, before he pouted, "what if he's a better cuddler than me?" He asked in a last ditch attempt to get Patton to listen.

"Then I guess i'd have to start neglecting you and focus all of my time and money into Logan" Patton joked, "everything will be okay Virgil."

"But you said yourself that he's good in the sheets—"

"YOU WHAat?!" Logan exclaimed, beginning to malfunction and sputter out his words, "Pat-Patton, dear, our sex life is a private matter! You cannot simply tell people—especially your son—about it!"

"Logie I'm sorry it kinda just slipped out the other day! Besides, Virgil's never even been given the talk i'm sure he doesn't know what it means—"

"Dad, i'm best friends with Remus" Virgil butted in, "plus, the internet is a thing..." he smirked, "though I don't actively seek it out, I am a 15 year old male teenager. I know things. Basically things Remus has told me."

"Well—I wasn't sure how to tell you! I was kinda just waiting for you to come to me with your first boner or something—"

"Dad! Logan is right there!" Virgil exclaimed, shoving his face into his pillow.

Patton chuckled, "what? It's never happened anyways! Ah, my little late bloomer—"

"Okay, please be quiet. Sleep is very tempting right now!" Virgil muffled from the pillow.

"You have not experienced sexual arousal in form of an erection yet? That is quite odd."

Virgil grabbed his phone and began typing furiously with a blushing face, probably the group chat with something along the lines of 'THEY'RE TALKING TO ME ABOUT MY LACK OF BONERS SISBJEBEJWJWKW'

"Oh, Virgil, fear not. Boys typically enter puberty from ages 11 to 12, however it's perfectly possible to get it anywhere between ages 11–15" Logan explained.

"Guys can we not talk about this?!" Virgil wailed, "it's embarrassing!"

"This certainly explains his lack of body hair, as well as his height. No growth spurt yet?" Logan hummed, "i'm sure puberty has started..just..slower than usual."

"Yeah, the only thing i'm getting is mood swings and pimples" Virgil grumbled.

"It's alright, honey! Hey, i'm sure you'll get a boner soon en—"

"DAD!"

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Well, it was a great night up until Patton woke up at four am having to pee so bad that he was surprised he hadn't wet the bed. Darn! He had been avoiding accidents really well for the first day of the trip, and now he was sure he was going to lose it.

'Why doesn't he just go use the bathroom?' I hear you sweet, naive readers asking. Well, he had tried to climb out of bed, but Logan, the cuddling whore, had his arms wrapped tight around Patton's waist.

What a predicament. He didn't want to wake him up over this, so he gently untangled his arms and got out of bed. He giggled at the position Logan was on the bed, before he leaked and quickly scampered off to the bathroom to do his business.

He returned minutes later, noticing that Virgil was bouncing up and down on his bed. As soon as Patton exited the bathroom, he darted in. He chuckled, before slipping back into bed and allowing Logan to attack him with cuddles again.

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The next morning came with the alarm going off very loudly. Virgil was the first one up, practically jumping three feet in the air, yelping, "where are we?!? Dad!"

"We're at the hotel Virgil!" Patton said quickly before his son could start panicking, as he had a tough time adjusting to new places.

"O—oh, yeah I forgot" Virgil said, chuckling sheepishly, before forcing himself back under the covers, closing his eyes and ignoring the harsh pang in his bladder.

Logan rubbed his eyes at the sound of the alarm, "mmmph..time to wake up" He said tiredly, rubbing his eyes and slipping out of bed, cringing at how badly he needed to pee, but ignoring it in favor of lettering the other's go first, "let's all get dressed, we have to go soon."

"Go where?" Virgil whined, shoving a pillow over his face.

"The museum, remember?" Logan questioned the tired teen as Patton quickly got up to use the bathroom and brush his teeth.

"Oh yeah.." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, "They better have statues of naked men." He felt a desperate pang in his bladder and froze, slowly bringing a hand to hold himself under the covers as he realized his dad was in the bathroom.

  He cringed as he heard the toilet flush and the water faucet turn on. He expected it to turn off after a small bit, though it didn't. He realized quickly that his dad had begun to brush his teeth.

He mumbled something incoherent to himself as he began to leak, tapping his feet furiously against his bed.

When he heard the water faucet finally turn off he began to climb out of bed and venture towards the bathroom. His dad came out eventually and he quickly made his way inside, closing the door and fumbling with the lock, before pulling the band of his pajama pants down and pulling himself out of his boxers to take care of his business.

  Just go. It's fine, they can't hear you. Well, they probably can. But they won't care.

Virgil let out a harsh sigh, and turned on the water faucet, sitting down on the toilet and leaning forward to put some pressure on his bladder. He finally began to let out a thin, steady stream and sighed in relief.

On the other side of the door, Patton and Logan were quickly getting dressed.

"Awe Logie" Patton teased, "you gotta go potty~" he whispered over dramatically, feeling how Logan shivered when he accidentally elbowed his bladder.

"Oh, Patton don't be so childish, of course I do, we've been asleep for hours" Logan countered.

"Oh, I know" Patton giggled, "look how embarrassed you got though!"

Virgil exited the bathroom soon enough, and it was Logan's turn to go and use it.

"Okay Virgil, get dressed!" Patton chirped.

"Here?!" Virgil squeaked in horror.

"Yes, silly where else?" Patton smirked.

"Dad! No, you'll see my nipples..oh god, what if Logan comes out?! Then he'll see my nipples!" He screeched.

"Virgil, it's not that big of a deal, sweetie—look, i'll turn around! Now hurry up before Logan gets back and sees something worse than your nipples!"

Virgil made quick work of changing, and had his shoes on just as Logan exited the bathroom.

"Are we ready to go?" He questioned.

"Yep!" Virgil exclaimed along with Patton.

"Wonderful! We'll get breakfast and then we'll finally get to the museum" Logan said, "we have plenty of time, so how about we eat in? "