His smile only grew brighter as he saw him relax...he was happy that finally...he was able to calm him....something in him felt...fixed...almost as if something had been broken for so long...and by doing this...he had finally restored it
The others saw this and smiled, they were all so happy-for the first time in their lives, they had people who cared about them-and they were safe...Logan discovered there was a library and went off to scour the shelves-Hero had a feeling he'd be in there for a while. Patton cleaned up the kitchen-he was surprisingly good at it and he didn't seem to mind, and Roman discovered Hero's small weaponry and went off to find himself a new sword. Meanwhile, Virgil was still happily asleep in Hero's arms, little body curled into him
(Mornin'!-are ye in school rn? Just wanna know whether or not 'tis safe for you to do nsfw-)
Hero began to think to himself, "Why DID these humans get treated the way the were...they seem like...actually no, ARE wonderful people...so....why we're they?", he absolutely loved them all...but this thought just wouldn't stay out of his head...why did Patton's baking be insulted....why was Roman beaten bloody....and why was...Virgil so skinny...tired...and just empty looking in the beginning
(How are ya doinggg?)
(Yessssssssssssssssssssssss-)
Otay-lil baby timeskip-it was a week in, and all the humans were truly thriving-Logan practically LIVED in the library-Hero very rarely saw him without a book in his hand, mumbling and taking notes-pausing only to push up his glasses-he had a beautiful, brilliant mind and it seemed like it was always racing, infinite knowledge filling his head. Patton baked and sewed and explored the forest, always smiling and laughing-he had such a bright, positive personality and it affected the others too, always helping to put them into a good mood-he was like a ray of sunshine-Roman practiced his sword fighting and explored the woods as well, always looking for threats or for a nice clean fight-plus he wanted to protect Patton-he desired nothing more than to protect his loves, he was their knight in shining armor-with a true flair for the dramatic-he also loved dramatically reciting little plays he'd made up at the dinner table, and Patton was always kind enough to indulge and encourage him-Virgil was still shy, keeping to himself mostly-but the others had caught him smiling a little frequently at their little jokes and fun exchanges, trying to hide it behind his hand. He'd found a notebook and generally spent all of his time hunched over it, though the others didn't quite know what he was doing, he was very private-but they didn't want to push him.