"Looking for me?" Virgil scoffed nervously. "What gave you that idea?"

"Well, he came in and looked around like he was looking for someone. Then, he came up to the counter and started to ask a question. Like this." Remy cleared his throat slightly. " 'Excuse me, do you know-?' and then he stopped, like he was scared. Then, he turned on his heel and left."

"That doesn't prove anything." Virgil said indignantly. Remy laughed slightly.

"It does when you add up all the facts, young one." He said, poking Virgil's forehead. "Your ex, who you are still desperately in love with, might I add-"

"No, you might not add." Virgil grumbled.

"Comes into the cafe I work at, asking about someone. Then, loses face and runs out. It fits, babes."

"It does not." Virgil protested. "And I don't still love Roman!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I don't!" Virgil protested loudly. Remy laughed and examined his nails.

"Is that going to be what you dress up as for Halloween?" He asked. "Denial? Because you're pulling it off beautifully."

"Hey, Re! I've got a-"

"If you ask me one more damn question about your Halloween make-up, I'm going to fling something across the room." Remus said, sighing. Roman rolled his eyes.

"Well sorry for being excited." He grumbled.

"Ro, Halloween is ages away."

"17 days is not ages." Roman bit back. "And I've not be preparing for as long as I usually do."

"Whatever." Remus checked his phone. "I'm going to go annoy Jan. He said he's free if I want to meet up."

"Do what you want, just do it away from here." Roman muttered, comparing the two shades of oranges in his extensive stage make-up kit. Remus stuck his tongue out at his twin and grabbed his black Doc. Martin's.

"By the way, if you really want to know, don't go with the rust colour. It won't show up as well in the dark." Remus said, patting his twin on the shoulder and leaving the room.

"Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones, an emptiness began to grow. There's something out there far from my home. A longing that I've never known." Janus sang quietly, rocking back on his heels, waiting for Remus. "I'm the master of fright and a demon of light and I'll scare you right out of your pants."

"You don't have to scare me to do that, Jan." Remus said, making Janus jump and then roll his eyes.

"First of all, how did you creep up on me so fast, second of all, why?"

Remus laughed but said nothing, just smiled gleefully. Janus rolled his eyes and took Remus' hand, smiling slightly.

"So, why'd you want to hang out, Jan?"

Janus shrugged. "Just wanted to see you, I guess. And I need to get an idea of what I'm going to be doing for your make-up."

"Isn't your dad home?" Remus asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Janus' dad wasn't all to... pleased with homosexuality so Janus was still very deep in the closet at home.

"Not right now. But if he does come home, try and act straight. Please." Janus begged. Remus laughed slightly, still worried about Janus. He had a fragile look on his face, like spun glass, carefully created but translucent and easy to see through if you knew where to look.

"I can't promise much, Janny," Janus rolled his eyes and laughed at the nickname, "but I'll try. For you."

Janus laughed. "You are sickeningly sweet when you want to be, you know that, right?"

Remus puffed his chest out. "It's a talent of mine."

Hi, yes, filler Demus chapter. I'm sorry. I just... *gestures to Demus* I love it, okay?!
Bye,
Queenie