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[Start of Voice Memo]

"Patton," Virgil hissed, trying not to disturb other members of the audience. It was the beginning of his student's choir concert and he really wasn't looking to get in trouble.

"What?" Patton was smirking, biting his bottom lip innocently as he shifted his phone and held it up closer to the chorus of singing children.

"Put your phone away," Virgil whispered, eyes flickering down to the small, blue light coming from the phone and then around them to make sure that no one else had noticed it. Virgil didn't want to get in trouble with his superiors because Patton was... wait, was he recording?! "You're recording it on your phone?" Virgil asked, staring at Patton incredulously. "When are you gonna-"

"It's a voice memo. Sit -"

"Why would you need a recording of my students singing? They're not that good." Virgil pointed out, still keeping his eyes peeled for anyone watching their interaction. It was good that they were sitting in the back of the dark auditorium, not many people were really paying attention to them. But it wasn't a bad question overall, the out-of-time, out-of-tune chorus of 6-year-olds certainly weren't winning any talent awards anytime soon.

"Well, I just thought - it's so easy to just -"

"Shh!"

[End of Voice Memo]

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[Start of Voice Memo]

"Reminder to self: the Fenderman family tree. Three siblings: Bobby, Judy, Richie.

[End of Voice Memo]

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[Start of Voice Memo]

"... no, you - can you say that again?"

"About city hall?" Virgil asked, inspecting a jar of organic jam before gently placing it in their shopping cart. He walked back over towards Patton, leaning against the cart lazily as he aimlessly skimmed over the passing shelves for anything interesting.

"Yeah!"

Virgil groaned, finally looking up at Patton. And instantly his eyes dropped to the phone in Patton's hand. Patton had been trying to hide it, sneakily recording what Virgil already knew was another voice memo. "My god, you're recording this!"

"Yes."

"What, so you can prove it in court?" Virgil shook his head, biting back a smile. He didn't really care that he was being recorded, it was just another one of Patton's quirks. Patton was particularly fond of capturing moments that they'd never remember years from now. Virgil, however, was not a huge fan of talking to inanimate objects and leaving voice memos for his future self.

"Well..." Patton started sheepishly. "I just want you on the record. You are okay with not having a big wedding. No guests." Patton clarified for the recording, holding the phone up clearly now that he'd been caught.

Virgil laughed, rolling his eyes and his lips twitched up into his characteristic small smile. "Oh my God, you're... insane." Virgil lightly tugged Patton's wrist, pulling Patton and therefore the phone itself closer. "Yes, confirmed, yes. Confirmed! You hear that? I confirmed it. I'm on the record. I am okay with not having a big wedding," Virgil repeated for the record, more amused than anything else.

"Thank you." Patton giggled, satisfied with Virgil's response.

"I don't know about no guests, though. We gotta talk about that," Virgil frowned thoughtfully, continuing down the aisle. He was close with his two moms, there was no way he wouldn't invite them to his wedding.

Patton was close behind him. "Ah, well, hmm, it's on the record," He teased.

"Doesn't there have to be a wedding - "

[End of Voice Memo]

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"Patton!" Virgil jogged back down the path. Where did he go? "Patton!" He called out again once he spotted Patton standing in the middle of the gravel path, staring at some trees.

Patton immediately turned to face him. "Hello!" He greeted - as if nothing was wrong.

Virgil jogged forward, sneakers hitting the path loudly before coming to a stop a couple feet in front of Patton. "We're like - we're all the way around the bend, I thought you were right behind us." Virgil looked confused, gesturing back towards the other members of the group.

"Sorry." Patton apologized, but he didn't really look terribly apologetic.

"Are you okay?" Virgil couldn't help asking, worriedly taking his free hand and folding it in his own. Something looked... off, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"I'm okay."

"What are you doing?" Virgil asked, looking down at the phone in Patton's hand pointedly. "Taking pictures?"

Patton shook his head. "No, I was recording." Patton held up the phone for Virgil to see clearer. The phone had only been recording for about thirty seconds so far and Patton had yet to stop it.

"What are you recording?" Virgil asked curiously, looking around them. It wasn't much to record. He could faintly hear the waterfall from a half-a-mile back and some birds, but not much else.

"I'm just capturing Gainesville in all its glory." Patton excused, starting to lead Virgil and himself back towards the others, their arms swinging between them. It seemed the others had the same idea and they were also walking back towards them.

Virgil nodded absently in understanding. He had a feeling Patton wasn't telling the whole truth, but Virgil certainly wasn't going to force him to share. "Do you ever listen back?"

"Not yet," Patton admitted honestly.

The response didn't take Virgil by surprise. Patton was like a storm, racing here and there at top speed. He couldn't imagine Patton relaxing on a nice park bench, phone in hand, and playing back all their shenanigans. He held Patton close and kissed the top of his head affectionately. "Mmm. You ever think you're going to?"

"Hmm - I guess when I miss it..."

[End of Voice Memo]

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[Start of Voice Memo]

"... The date is Thursday, July 28th, 2009. My name is Janus Ford and I have been lying to my husband since the moment I met him. I am going on the record to make this right. To remember."

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