He had them back. Thank fuck for that, he had them all back.

The weeks since that fucking awful series of events had transpired had been... god, he wasn't even sure how best to describe it. To say he was elated was an understatement, but he was so concerned and worried that he wouldn't have been surprised to find the others thinking he'd gone mad. The worst seemed to have passed however, and now they were all set to continue living as they once had, comfortable in the knowledge that they all still had each other.

Virgil had mother-henned them all relentlessly, making sure they were all eating properly and having absolutely forbidden anyone to leave the flat at all save to tend the now-overgrown garden for a few hours a day, but it was clear that the five of them were starting to regain their strength. Slowly of course, but certainly. They had plenty of food stored up to last them a few more weeks, so Virgil felt pretty confident that they wouldn't need to make a supply run anytime soon.

More than that, the fucking creature was dead. Whatever it had wanted with his friends didn't matter anymore, because it was dead. In a week or so Virgil would speak to Cyg about heading back out into the town again, this time making sure that the others were capable of protecting themselves properly if another monster came prowling around.

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Besides, two pistols was almost always enough to put down one of the bastards; the strange creature that had followed them from the school, the one that seemed more intelligent than the others, that had been an outlier. Sterling and Lyla would be able to put down most creatures provided they weren't caught off guard, though with that said he would also be insisting on Wesley and Madison learning how to use a pistol.

He didn't want any of his friends to be defenceless ever again.

Of course, he hadn't really worked out why any of this had happened still. He wasn't sure he'd ever bother, to be honest.

No, they might never figure out what had happened to the world. No, they might never work out where it was everyone had gone. No, Virgil didn't think he'd ever learn what the monsters that prowled the town were, nor what the seemingly gentle leviathans were either.

To tell the truth, he didn't care either.

The disappearance of the world had given him all the time he could ever ask for to spend alongside his amazing friends and absolutely perfect boyfriend, the family he had made for himself, and was there ever anything he could need other than that?

He certainly didn't think so. He thought, though he might never find the courage to vocalise it to those around him, that everything had happened exactly how it was meant to happen. that everything was meant to be the way things were, right now. That there was no need for them to care about the 'whys' or the 'hows' of what had happened.

Because right now, Virgil was happy. His family were happy too. They were all together, and they were happy.

And that was the single greatest thing he could think of.