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Anxceitmile - Broken

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Masterpost

"Oh gosh."

Emile stared down at the ground, at the two blurry shapes that used to be his glasses, now broken. That was all he could make out, he could hardly see anything without them.

"Um..." Emile glanced around the room, narrowing his eyes and hoping that that would help clear his vision.

It did not work.

Fortunately, that was when Virgil entered the hallway, the purple hoodie making it obvious that it was him, and Emile let out a sigh of relief. He was saved.

"Oh, thank god," Emile said. "Honey, you're my knight in shining armour."

He reached out, making grabby hands towards his boyfriend. Virgil walked up to him immediately, casually placing one hand on Emile's waist, and bending down and picking up both pieces with the other.

He straightened up, looking over the two pieces and wrinkling his nose.

"Is it bad?" Emile asked, half-joking.

"Babe... it's in two pieces. What happened?"

"I have no idea," Emile admitted. "I left my other pair at Patton's place. Do you think he could drop them off?"

Virgil pulled a face. "At 11pm? I think we're gonna have to wait 'til tomorrow."

"Oh dear. This is gonna be difficult," Emile joked.

But it was not a joke.

This would be difficult, and Virgil was already concerned.

"I'm going to carry you," He decided.

Emile blinked. "Carry me?"

Virgil gave Emile a serious look, though his boyfriend couldn't actually see it. "Babe, you always trip over everything even with your glasses. You are going to get yourself killed."

"That's an exaggeration."

This time, Emile could tell when Virgil gave him a dry look.

Emile sighed. "Okay, maybe it's not an exaggeration."

Virgil carefully stuffed the two broken pieces into his hoodie pocket. Then, he turned to Emile, scooping him up into his arms and picking him up bridal-style. Emile squeaked, and then relaxed, wrapping his arms around Virgil's neck.

"I'm taking you to the living room," Virgil announced, beginning to walk down the hallway.

When they entered the room, Dee - who had been sat on the couch, reading - immediately looked up.

"Hel- what are you doing?"

"Emile broke his glasses. I'm carrying him so he doesn't trip and die."

"Where are your spares?" Dee asked.

Emile made a face. "I left them at Patton's apartment on Sunday."

"I'm gonna call him," Virgil said, walking up to the sofa. "Can you watch Emile for me?"

Dee nodded.

"I don't need to be watched," Emile pouted, but he didn't complain when Virgil carefully placed him in Dee's lap, immediately making himself comfortable and curling up against his chest.

"Of course not," Dee said. "But I shall do so anyway."

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