U can see this as a ship if u want but I see them with more of a brotherly relationship. This is gonna be angsty and kinda cheesy so be prepared. Also this takes place in season 4

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"You're drunk aren't you?" Pat had to hold back a sigh at the sight before him. This was definitely not what he'd thought he'd see when he came inside Viper's house; Viper laying on his couch, giggling like a school girl and having way too many empty glasses of acid on the coffee table.

"Hehehe It's-" The dragon slayer's sentence got interrupted with a hiccup. "It's nooottttthiiinnggg"

Pat had to take a second to gather himself, one because he knew he needed to gather his thoughts if he was going to look after his fellow guildmate in his current state and two, damn seeing Viper being smiley and giggly was so weird to him.

"Obviously it's not nothing. You probably can't even stand up straight."

Viper let out another giggle. "What are you talking abooouuutt silly of course I can." He put himself into a sitting position and slowly stood up. "S-see I can-"

He suddenly stopped and started to sway. Pat, realizing that the man was about to fall, rushed and grabbed him before he hit the cold floor.

"Jesus Viper." He grumbled.

"Woooaaahhh! The room is spinning!"

"Yup we're gonna get you to bed."

"Noooo! I'm not sleepy!"

"I don't really give a damn, c'mon" The purple haired man grabbed the other's arm and wrapped it around his neck. He knew Viper sure as hell wasn't going to be able to walk all the way to his room so he was going to have to help him.

Finally; with plenty of effort, especially up the stairs, Pat got the younger man into his bedroom. He made Viper's arm unwrap itself from his neck and placed him on the bed.

"Er, okay um go to bed. Good night I guess." Just as he was about to leave the room he felt Viper grab his arm.

"Please I don't wanna be alone again!" He practically shouted. Pat's blue eyes widened in surprise at the words that came out of the dragon slayer's words.

"W-what?"

Viper's happy giggly attitude started to fade away, being replaced with sadness. "D-d-don't want to be alone again."

The gun mage blinked when he realized what was happening. Viper was crying.

"Oh shit." He mumbled under his breath as fresh tears spew from the man's eyes. "Viper-"

"P-p-p-please-" Viper cut himself off with a loud sob and he curled up in his bed. Oh god how is he supposed to go about this? Watching Viper cry was weirder than watching him laugh earlier.

"Um it's okay Viper." He awkwardly sat himself down on the bed. "Um what's wrong?"

The blue haired boy sat himself up, wrapped his arms around Pat and buried his head into his chest.

"Um-"

"I-I-I'm so alone! So alone. Everyone leaves me or dies! W-w-why does everything bad always h-happen to me. Why me why me why me." He began to repeat himself over and over again and Pat realized the boy's breathing was getting faster.

"Hey hey! Viper listen. Viper can you hear me?" He still was breathing heavily. "Mitch?" The dragon slayer's head snapped up to the older male, shocked at the use of his real name, something he felt like he hadn't heard in years. "Mitch listen. You're okay. I know everyone leaves you but I won't. I'm right here. So take a deep breath and talk to me."

He nodded his head at Pat's words and slowly breathed in and out. He placed his head back onto Pat's chest. "Every leaves me. I know I'm surrounded by people but I feel so alone. D-did I do something wrong do deserve all this? Maybe I do deserve this. I'm a bad person. I push everyone away yet here I am crying because I don't have anyone. I-I just- I'm sorry." The sobs began to pick up again, yet significantly more quiet this time. Pat just rubbed the boy's back in comfort. That was honestly the most sober he heard him all night.

"Shhhh. You're not a bad person Mitch. A jerk at times? Yes. But you're not bad. You were just dealt with a bad hand at life and you just have to play it. And I'll be here by you through it." Pat felt stupid for the cheesy words that were coming out of his mouth, but he felt a certain protectiveness for the man at the moment. If the situation wasn't so serious he'd probably laugh. Feeling protective over Viper of all people? Speaking of Viper, he was being awfully quiet...

Looking down, the man realized the other fell asleep on his chest, tears still glistening on his face. He let out a sigh and maneuvered the sleeping boy off him and onto the bed, putting the blanket over him after. He debated if he should leave now, but then decided against it after the thought that Viper might wake up at night and do something stupid in his drunken state, or need a shoulder to cry on again.

So he laid down next to the boy, feeling a little awkward, and closed his blue eyes, letting the world of dreams take him.

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Pat's eyes flew open the next morning after feeling a hard slap in this face. "W-what?!" He shot up.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed!" Turning he saw the source of the slap, a very angry Viper, holding his synth as if he was prepared to strike. Pat prayed that didn't happen. "I swear if you did anything to me while I was drunk I'll kill you!"

Pat's eyes widened as he realized what he was suggesting. "N-no you have the wrong idea! You were really, um, emotional last night and didn't want me to leave you. I also wanted to stay and make sure you didn't do something stupid."

Viper's blue and purple eyes squinted and a moment passed. Finally, he placed down his weapon. "Fine I believe you. Just get the hell out of my house and forget anything stupid I might have said."

He nodded his head and made his way to the door, wanting to leave the house before Viper might've changed his mind. Before he could reach the doorknob, Viper spoke out.

"And Pat." His voice went into a mumble. "Thanks for looking after me."

Pat let out a chuckle. "No problem Viper."

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