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He knew he had to quit this lying by omission thing he had going on with Richie. It was only a matter of time before the teen genius figured him out anyway. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to tell Richie it was… well he didn’t know how to tell RIchie. Virgil knew that once the cat was out of the bag his best friend and partner against crime would have a thousand and one questions.
The first one probably being, “How in the hell did you go from fighting Hotstreak to fucking him?”
It was truly an odd transition but one not as hard to make, as Virgil would have once thought. He knew how lame the phrase, it just happened, would sound but to be honest that’s the truth of the matter. He didn’t think it was a plan on the redhead’s part and he sure as hell knows it wasn’t a plan on his so what else could one say?
Done with this circular, mixed up thinking Virgil slips into the Gas Station of Solitude only to find two pairs of eyes staring at him, one pair blue and livid and the other pair green and a weird mix of pissed and hurt… both wanting an explanation.
All Virgil could do was smack his forehead and say, “Fuck!”