Pulling a seat up at the table, the four guys sat together. Patton, Logan, Roman and Virgil. Patton was taking deep breaths and looked into Virgil's shakey eyes, the new feeling of the area was full on depressing and freaky.

Virgil was a leaned back in his chair, his foot tapping quickly as he wasn't ready for the news they were going to receive. Roman leaned aswell, he wasn't sitting regularly. His arms crossed and his fists in a ball, steaming hot tears running down his face. As Logan might've been the most stable person, he didn't hesitate to open the first page of the portrait book. Patton already explained what happened, and Logan doesn't mind breaking down.

"Roman, your mother's name is Debra Elise Llane. She fell in love with your father shortly after a few times they hung out." Logan said, pointing at the first photo to be seen. Lo never really liked looking at the photos, for the fact that he didn't like looking at photos of her. He didn't like seeing the women who put him through the depression it took 6 years to recover from.

He hated every single moment of hearing and talking about Debra.

Yet, here he is now. For his step son.

Virgil stayed silent, but he wanted to blurt out something so bad. Keeping his mouth shut shouldn't be so hard, though. It's just something he's never done before. He never wanted to. He never had the need to. He'd just speak his mind when with his mother. But now, there's more respect for Logan and Patton.

He'd be too scared to talk back or lash out at them. Virgil used to scream at Debra and Remus like he was a 13 year old teenager on their period.

"Roman, you have 2 brothers." Logan mumbled. "You and your twin brother were named by your father, but your mother wanted your third child to be named after her sister and continue the 'R', but your father wanted different." Logan explained, seeing how both Roman and Virgil showed different expressions.

Roman a happy, ecstatic, oneirataxia. Or to break the last word down, the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality. His lack velleity made it very hard to stop making it obvious that he was genuinely happy and could not have been more excited. "I have brothers?!" He exclaimed, a wide grin across his face. Patton nodded, relieved. He was happy that Roman's reaction wasn't toxic.

"Your mother decided to name the third one Anxiety," Patton said. "It was temporary anyways. Debra was very bubbly for a very very long time, but said I treated them too emotional. There's some things that I taught them that Roman still does to this day. And the month before their birthdays the declared that we divorce. A month later, it was finalized." Patton trailed off.

"On December 19th, 2003." They all mumbled simultaneously, making the date sound depressing. Patton paused, glancing at Virgil but didn't question anything yet. "Can you tell me anything about Debra? Did she have some love for science or practiced witch craft?" Virgil asked as his heart beat was increasing like hell.

A silence led the room, when Patton slowly nodded. "Yes, she did.. she watched all conspiracy documentaries, studied all types of history and even learned spells from old Latin and European witches." He mentioned.

"I don't know if you noticed, Dad, but it's the anniversary of when I first arrived." Virgil mentioned, trying to draw attention away from himself. He could hear his heartbeat beating louder than his breaths. And he wanted to shake off the urging feeling of his heart pumping out his chest.

"Dad, my mother's name is Debra Elise Llane, and I have an unknown brother, and my other one is Remus. My mom divorced my father on my birthday, December 19th, 2003." Virgil said and stood up, walking back vigorously and hitting the shelf, but with more strength than he wanted to. Things falling to the ground and making a thud, or just falling, or shattering. "Virgil, does that mean you're my son?" Patton gasped, jerking the photo album like his son did earlier.

Tension building up caused Virgil to release his fading aurora from his eyes - the glowing violet - the even more intense shaking. Logan backed up, but also wanted to help when he saw Virgil fall to the ground from being overwhelmed. But as he ran to catch Virge, he was struck with a purple shard of glass, as everyone else was immune to it. No, it wasn't enough to severly hurt Lo, but it did stop him. His left arm now had a huge, deep cut, as everyone else was going through an abundance of different feelings. And ebb and flow, as one like Logan would put it.

Virgil looked up from where he was, seeing as Patton was breaking down and wouldn't listen to anything going on and Roman looked at Virgil like he was a maniac. Virge had done it again. He hurt someone he deeply cared about.

Whether it were completely relevant or not that his emotions were tied to memory in this case, it couldn't have mattered. Because he faced the urge to run away like he did before. "Dad!" Roman and Virgil screamed disorientedly. When Patton snapped out of this, he ran over and ordered them to get the safety kit. As a nurse he knows how to tend to these types of wounds.

While they sat on the couch watching TV, Ro flicked through the channels. He stopped at the news.

"Channel 608 Fareknight news! Today at 4:24, a fire at an adoption center broke out, causing 80% of babies to pass out! But thank lord for our strong workers and firemen for jumping in to save the day-" The TV continued as everyone sat and laid there. Patt and Lo fell asleep, and Roman had questions.

"Okay so, brother, what's wrong?" Roman asked. Virgil knew lying would be wrong, so he decided to do what he felt would've been best.

"Put on some new clothes and get your emergency bag, grab your phone and a gas mask. We need to go."