Roman didn't get another word out before the elevator door closed. He stood there for a few moments before turning towards his dorm with a gentle smile gracing his features, him pulling out his ID and scanning it to the door, entering to find Logan straightening his tie, giving him a cocked eyebrow.

"What?" Roman inquired as the door shut behind him.

"Nothing- you've just been gone for awhile-"

"So?" Roman shot quickly.

"And, you came back blushing." Logan grinned.

Roman gaped and hurried towards his bed, flicking Logan on the shoulder as he went.

"Simply facts, my friend." Logan hummed.

Roman groaned and fell onto his bed, "It's not my fault."

"Met another girl did we?" Logan began to fix his dark hair.

Roman opened his mouth before shutting it. He wasn't exactly out but he it wasn't as if- well, as if he weren't proud. He just hadn't really come to terms with much yet. All he knew was that he'd liked maybe one or two girls- and guys were fine as hell.

"Yes.." Roman murmured before letting out a deep sigh, "She was magnificent," There was no harm in switching up the boy's gender for secrecy.

"What was her name?" Logan sniffer.

Roman opened his mouth to respond before sitting up straight with wide eyes, "I knew I forgot something!"

Logan face-palmed.

Roman groaned and sunk back down, covering his face with his hands, "Oh my stars..."

"Oh well, sucks for you." Logan sighed.

"No! No- I'll- I'll go see hi- mm, her again." Roman looked up at the ceiling, grabbing the ice pack he'd dropped when he sat up and pressing it to his head again.

"How do you plan on doing that?" Logan finished combing through his hair.

"Well..." Roman touched the ice packer gingerly with his other hand, "Ice melts."

***

Virgil hardly noticed that the period had passed by the time it had ended. He folded his book into his bag and closed it up, getting to his feet and sliding on his purple headphone as he made his way back towards the dorms. It was nearly noon now, his morning class lasting longer than he'd like to- but art usually went that way, it sucked that all they were doing was reading up on previous art in history.
He turned on Fly Me To The Moon as he was on his way. He kept his eyes trained o the ground, allowing his thoughts to drift. He thought about the club that Patton had mentioned. Curiously, he thought of which club Patton would select for them.
It was hard to tell considering that the second year attending a million and one clubs.
GSA? God, he hoped not.
Cooking? Virgil was sure he'd suck at that...
Culinary Arts wasn't exactly his strong suit.

Then again, was anything his strong suit?
He took a moment to listen to his tunes.
Music...music was something.
Musical theatre perhaps?

Oh no no, Virgil was positive he could never act.
Though he heard they were putting on the show...Phantom of the Opera? This year?

He took a second to consider the route his life would take if he was part of that production...

...

Surely nothing would happen- like what? Maybe he'd meet someone and they'd run away together? Perhaps go to prison and- man, someone could write a book about this.

Fat chance that would happen.

Virgil wasn't particularly looking for someone anyway, no matter how many times Patton tried to set him up with people, he just wasn't interested.
His last relationship had burned him out of that.

As he neared his dorm, he turned up his music. Now in particular would be a time to accidentally run into someone he knows, so if there was the quiet buzz of music playing too loud coming from his headphones that was sure to ward most unwanted attention away. It seemed to work as he stepped into the elevator, hitting the top floor button and slipping off his headphone as it lifted him up. He awkwardly tapped his foot, as he wasn't particularly keen on elevators- a closed space that was moving via a cable that could snap at any minute? Not exactly Virgil's cup of tea.
The elevator dinged and stopped, causing the ginger's heart to pound as, per usual, the doors stalled before finally opening, prompting him to quickly slip out with a quick sigh as the doors shut behind him. He huffed, focusing on his music which hummed quietly from his headphones around his neck.
It was fairly quiet around this hour as it was just now that the teens would be waking up, so they were all usually in their dorms or the floor's bathroom. So Virgil was quite surprised when he saw a slumped over Roman at the entrance to the student lounge. He paused before the Jock, "Um...hello?" He couldn't remember the boy's name for the life of him, however, the hello seemed to wake him as he made a sputtering noise and sat up where he was, looking up at Virgil and grinning sheepishly, "Oh- hello!"

Silence followed.

"Um- what're you doing here?" Virgil cocked an eyebrow.

Roman shifted at the bluntness before clearing his throat, holding up an empty bag, "Uh- needed more um, ice."

"Ice? Still out?" Virgil was already pulling out his ID, "Why're you sitting here though?"

"Was waiting for uh- someone to open the door." Roman cleared his throat, "Apparently I fell asleep midway through waiting."

"You could have knocked on someone door?" Virgil unlocked the door as Roman got to his feet.

"I- well I-"

"Didn't seem like you had a problem with that earlier." Virgil snorted.

"Well, I- I didn't want to get a reputation as the ice guy." Roman chuckled.

"Shy Jock is your reputation."  Virgil smirked.

Roman scratched the back of his neck with a grin before collecting ice, "I suppose."

"You waited here for god knows how long just so you didn't have to talk to someone new-"

"Yet I had the courage to knock on a door earlier." Roman turned towards Virgil. A mistake, as ice began to pour out of the machine without the bag.

Virgil yelped, grabbed Roman's hand and pulled it away so the ice would stop going at the sense of his hand.

"A-Ah shoot, sorry!" Roman hissed.

"It's fine." Virgil sighed heavily and dropped Roman's hand.

"Sorry-" Roman repeated as he got on his knees to help pick up the ice.

"Just-" Virgil began to kick the ice under the fridge.

Roman scoffed, "Hey-!" He paused, "You...I don't think...I got your name?" He sat up and began to help kick the ice under the fridge.

"Oh, um, Virgil." Virgil nodded briskly.

"Virgil?" Roman smiler, "Roman- I'm Roman."

"I know," Virgil cracked a grin.

Roman's eyes widened, "H-How-!?"

"You already told me you dingus."