Word Count: 1495
Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety
Summary: The factions are tearing themselves apart, so Thomas feels like they’d need a therapist to make things better.
Warnings: Angst and fluff are mixed in together so no worries you’ll be able to breathe every now and then :)
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Bright eyes revealed themselves from behind their eyelids, heart beating rapidly against his chest, vision blurred from a lack of focus…and the lack of his prescription. The clock blared six in the morning, a tired sigh slipping past his lips. He barely slept last night, his ever growing intellect doing more harm than good for once. Only this time, it was over something frivolous and unnecessary. Unwanted. Unneeded. Loathed.
Emotions.
The heart, Morality, always got on his nerves, and that will absolutely never change, but he never saw him so distraught before. Logan wanted to strongly believe he’d get over himself soon enough and understand how correct he was, but those silent tears didn’t settled well with him. Patton’s silent sobs poured over his brain, rolling around constantly in an undesirable loop, and it led him to a sleepless night and a lot of attempted research. Was he wrong? No he couldn’t second guess himself, of course he was right, but he still didn’t understand how Patton worked. He was so…
Sensitive.
And Logan?
He was sensitive like steel.
Meaning not sensitive at all, if that was too difficult to understand.
Roman and Virgil didn’t seem to be handling each other well either, which was no surprise of course, but emotions were not his forte, so there was nothing he could do towards the situation to mend things. Was there anything to truly mend anyway? Things are as they are, how could Thomas even think for a moment that things could change? He said so himself, he hated change, so why put them through this ugly cycle only to produce fruitless results? Preposterous.
This was definitely all Patton’s fault.
Icky emotions always tended to leave an ugly residue on crisp and clean facts, memories, etc.
God, but what was wrong with him?
He didn’t hate Pat, there was nothing to truly dislike about him. He just didn’t agree with what he stood for, what he viewed as important.
And it infuriated Logic to the ends of the Earth.
Which scared him.
And made him impulsive.
Uneasiness absorbed his usually cool composure. The day they all loathed was today, and in just a few moments, Thomas will call for them to talk about….ugh…
Feelings.
….
Ten o’clock was the appointment, and Logan was well prepared for the meeting…or so he hoped. There was something that bothered him immensely, and it consumed all of his decisions and rational thoughts, which was frightening because that was all he had. That was all the worth he had. But onto more important matters at the moment, Virgil was practically hyperventilating, which affected all of the sides and most likely Thomas. Because of this, all Logic was carelessly tossed aside, and this led him to make even more regretfully impulsive decisions.
He had to check up on Patton.
The immense guilt that built up inside him ate away at his ego, his brain, and any sense of passion he kept hidden away from the world. Was he being selfish? He wished not to think of such trivial things, but the thought never left him. No matter how desperate he was towards removing it, it embedded itself inside his pride, releasing any self-confidence he had temporarily borrowed from Roman during his egotistical moments.
But the impulsive thoughts also primarily ruled his being currently.
So he (un)willingly strode towards Morality’s room and respectfully knocked on Patton’s wooden bedroom door.
It was all so sudden, but he couldn’t bring himself to halt his nonsensical actions.
He didn’t know what to expect. Morality was pretty…unpredictable at times. For Thomas, that trait has caused good and bad times, both leading to learning lessons and experiencing new interests in the things Logan cherished most, but it also led to a lot of mistakes that could have been prevented had Thomas listened to him rather than the infinite mess that was his heart.
The door opened.
“Good morning,” Logan greeted, his stoic expression not faltering in the slightest at the sight of Patton’s puffy eyes and dark bags. Skin paler than usual…sickly grey undertones…now Logan was over analyzing his state of being carefully, his own heart wounded. Bed head was very attractive on his opposite, but the fatigue and corpse like appearance did not suit him well at all, for obvious reasons.
“Is it really?” Morality sighed, his voice quiet and shaky, chocolate eyes once filled with wonder now sunken into a deep pit of…ugly emotions…for lack of a better term. Why couldn’t he think properly? It was all Patton’s fault, that’s what it was. Something about him made his heart beat violently, his emotions flooding his body, and everytime he absolutely hated it. He hated not being in control, and right now was one of those times. He was supposed to be calm, clean, collected…how could he be there for the others when Patton made him melt into mush.
“It could be.”
Anger didn’t suit Patton either, but it was more of a slight irritation than a violent fury, which still somehow stabbed fear and negativity into Logan’s heart. “What do you want Logic?”
Nearly sputtering on his words, he somehow managed to grasp back onto his monotonous tones, “I would like a moment of your time, if you will have me.”
In those sad eyes, there was a glimmer of hope, a sparkle of joy, a small glimpse of something else Logan couldn’t quite understand (though he’d love to look into it further, for he enjoyed the small second of pleasure those eyes gave him), but then it all crashed down again, and the usually chipper faction bit his lip with uncertainty and hurt. Tears had stained his red cheeks, and they made a reappearance to Logan’s misfortune. No…no Patton don’t….why would he do this to himself?
“N-Now isn’t really a…a good time…I guess…can it be later?”
Slightly disappointed and fearful Morality was closing himself off to make bad decisions, he responded simply, “What could you possibly be working on at this moment? As far as I’m aware, you have nothing planned. If it is any consolation-”
“It’s none of your business,” he scowled, a complete shock to Logan, causing his composure to fall indefinitely.
Ouch.
This is why he hated emotions.
“N-None of my…excuse me?”
“No, excuse me.”
SLAM!
He stood there for what felt like hours, listening to Patton’s strangled cries and breaking glass, breaking voice, breaking…just breaking. And there was nothing he could do to mend the open wounds he inflicted on himself. Breaking heart. Precious, breaking heart.
He couldn’t understand, yet he felt so…s-so…
Helpless.
Logan was helpless.
Hopeless.
Lack of hope.
Without hope.
Lost.
…
That dreadful time finally arrived, uninvited and unwanted.
But still…
Thomas called for them, and without a moment’s hesitation, Logan complied. Reluctantly of course, but in the end it was for Thomas, and he’d do anything Thomas would deem necessary….no matter how ridiculous he thought it to be at times. Virgil, Roman, and Patton arrived just after him, all looking dreadful and heavily stressed. He didn’t blame them, he was just as hurt and confused as they were, maybe not to the same extent but similarly.
When dark eyes fell on a casually dressed and comfortable Joan, he was ultimately befuddled. Joan was one of Thomas’s very close friends, one who could easily mend Morality’s wounds with kindness and constructive criticism, speaking freely from his own heart and logical validations.
Yet, even with these calming thoughts, they weren’t a qualified psychologist or therapist.
“Thomas, you do realize they are not a professional-”
“Hi Joan!”
Eyes scrunched in confusion, Logan carefully peered at Patton, who had a surprisingly cheery disposition. Not towards himself of course but…how could he transform so drastically? So easily, as if nothing bothered him at all. Morality continued to baffle him as he always did, and it led him into a dark hole of confusion and hurt.
“I understand Joan is not necessarily licensed to conduct therapy,” Thomas primarily stared at Logan as he said this, but glanced at each portion of his personality to speak towards everyone present, “however, there is no one else in this world, besides myself, who knows you better than they do. So, let’s all sit together and have a well deserved heart to heart.”
Logan and Virgil were VERY obviously reluctant towards the request to open up, but Patton and Roman were all for it, appearing extremely tired and shattered from the morning and yesterday. Thomas gazed at the two left brained individuals expectantly, practically pleading with his soft eyes. Glancing at his partner, Logic noticed the hesitation and anxiety dissipate slightly in his dark eyes, and that gave Logic a good enough reason to further pursue this…this form of assistance.
“As you wish,” he mumbled, finally giving up his pride as he adjusted his glasses nervously.
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