Word Count: 1697
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…but it does get intense sometimes.
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Before Patton’s semi-sweet chocolate eyes could close, his heart beat rapidly and his mind wandered. Logan was touching him, leaning against him even, sleeping against him. He was the smartest side, yet he was completely negligent to how Morality felt, which wasn’t new, but this included him. The lack of acknowledgement really took a toll on him, and he strongly wanted to believe Logan wasn’t purposely being rude he just…didn’t understand what was okay to say and what wasn’t. He didn’t handle sensitivity very well like Patton did, probably because he valued truths over sensitivities. It really hurt, and his world was collapsing at his feet, but that wasn’t all Logan’s doing. He added fuel to the flame, but Patton understood him. Logan had feelings, he just didn’t want to acknowledge them, so he bottled them up and did nothing about them. Even if times were hard, even if he knew everyone was on edge right now, Patton was still selfishly conflicted. Even when he knew he had to be the loving father figure for the other sides, to support and cherish all of them as they were, there was one side in particular that made him indecisive.
Patton loved Logan with all of his being.
But Logic pushed his buttons.
Especially as of late.
And he didn’t understand how he could just close himself off like that. He tried to but…he just…it felt so cold and harsh to think like that. Relying on facts alone rather than emotions was a concept Morality refused to accept for himself, and it pissed him off how Fanders saw him as an emotionless robot, but that was what he loved most about him. THEY WERE THERE! Every little thing Morality did, Logic would correct him, and right now was definitely not the time for that. Normally he wouldn’t mind, but for whatever reason, he felt raw and insecure, and that honestly was probably the reason for all of this mess. Even with that in mind, Patton still…h-he still hopelessly…he was in love. It wouldn’t be good for Logan to partake in a romantic affair with him, that much he understood, but…he still couldn’t help falling in love. He was always in love with Logan. Had been. Always been.
Still is.
He’s the heart after all…the heart of it all…the emotional one…and he couldn’t help how he felt. It just…happened….and there was no rhyme or reason he just…and it wasn’t difficult to like Logan. It was easy really. He was his opposite, everything he wasn’t. Everything he wanted to be. He wished he could be like him. Morality was a huge mess while he was all put together. A put together mess. Still didn’t make sense.
There was no way Logan would ever reciprocate those feelings.
It brought him down a bit.
For years he repeated that to himself, to make sure he’d never tell a soul.
And he’s done this for many, many years.
Too many to count.
Gentle eyes gazed down at dark hair, tempted to stroke the stray hairs that covered long lashes. That crossed the line Patton, you hopeless romantic. You…you…he sighed, tears stinging his eyes as he caught a whiff of Logan’s shampoo. The scent embedded itself in his mind, hoping the memory lasts forever. This happy moment, with Logan sleeping on his shoulder, and Virgil resting easily against Roman, who was also lying on his love. What a happy family…all the things they’ve accomplished together…all the love and support each side has given himself and vice versa.
All the…hurt and pain they had to go through just to get to this moment.
None of it was thanks to him either.
Eyes closed, hopes and wishes of happy dreams filling his mind.
As he wished, dreams appeared, and it was VERY rare for such occurrences, but maybe it was because the man of his interests was beside him. It made sense, what with Logan being the brain and all, but typically creativity and dreams were Roman’s thing so…well…and for whatever reason his heart continued to race, the dream being so vivid and realistic…that had to be Virgil’s doing…
With all of them practically sleeping on top of each other, maybe…that was what caused his dream. Was this how Thomas felt when he dreamt? When all of them were together, did that cause his dreams? It was so…nice…it gave him peace.
He loved every minute of it.
Eyes revealed themselves to the world once again, his body practically weightless like a cloud. He felt as if he could do absolutely anything! Heart racing, he slowly rotated his head, gasping as quietly as he could at Logan curled up against him, his breathing steady. Peace. He was confused, and he didn’t know why but he was. He and Logan used to hate each other so much…what was this? And where were Roman and Virgil? Still unconscious, he snuggled closer to Morality, who squeaked at the action. He was comfortable, but there was no way he was even going to THINK about going back to sleep.
“Pat, what’s wrong?”
Yawning, Logan sat up from his comfortable position, wiping at his eyes as he reached for his glasses. Wow…beautiful. Eyes widening, he took in every detail. The messy hair, the half lidded eyes from just waking up, the very sleepy smile that Patton found simply adorable-
“I-I um…g-good morning Logan,” he sputtered, blushing bright red and turning away.
“It is indeed a very fine morning, especially with you by my side, though I feel as if something is wrong, and if you do not wish to speak of it I understand, but you are always welcome to speak with me over anything you wish.”
This couldn’t be real.
It had to be a dream.
Duh Patton of course it’s a dream. Why else would he be so nice this early in the morning?
“I-I um…had the weirdest dream last night.”
He was stuck in disbelief.
“That’s odd,” his genuine smile making Patton’s heart skip a beat, “You typically only dream when Roman and Virgil are around as well.”
Patton blinked, because he knew he didn’t tell Logan about that theory, “Right but…we were fighting…and then Joan turned on Steven Universe. I just…don’t know what’s going on anymore.”
“How odd, I had that same exact dream.”
“Do you think it has some sort of…meaning?”
“Dreams from the subconscious typically hold some form of symbolic meaning, preferably over small details, such as a white rose or a significant other.”
“I didn’t think you’d be into that sorta thing.”
He adjusted his glasses, “Although I am Logic, I also assist Roman in those endeavors, as I am the mind. You also cause some sort of emotion reaction to the dream, and Anxiety causes the heart to race while said dreams cause an impact, whether they be good dreams or nightmares.”
“Huh, neato.”
“Indeed it is very…neat.”
A small smile accidentally flashed across his face, a pink blush dusting over his cheeks. Logan was so much more outgoing now than he was usually. It was selfish to think that he prefered this one over the other, but he couldn’t help it. He was so open and….for once he wasn’t picking out every flaw he had. It was nice…really nice. Almost too nice.
“Speaking of Roman and Virgil, where are they?”
Chocolate eyes glanced up above them, “Upstairs probably. I’m honestly not quite sure.”
Patton openly stared into Logan’s eyes, fascinated over how bright they were. They weren’t always that color were they? He also noticed how his face got red, but that was probably because of the air or something, Logic never blushed. EVER. “Did you…did you always have bright eyes?”
“Pardon?”
His hand slowly rose up to caress Logan’s cheek, making the other tense but not fight the touch. Huh. “N-Now they’re…really light…Logan do your eyes change color?”
“I’ve never noticed,” he admitted, “I do not deem it to be-”
“They’re so beautiful!”
The other bit his lip, his skin warming at the compliment unlike his eyes. Now they were a golden color, and Patton’s heart beat faster. His eyes were almost as beautiful as the rest of him. He couldn’t stop staring, openly staring, and if he was in his right mind he’d find it creepy but…something kept him there. Captivated. Trapped in his own emotions.
Sudden pangs of guilt shot through his chest, and he finally looked down to…to see…he was actually….
“B-Blood…” he gasped, staring as his heart painted red across his hands and top.
Chocolate eyes snapped open, his lungs gasping for air. Sweat beaded his forehead, his body stiff and in pain. Patton focused on the cream colored ceiling to regain his composure, to focus on something other than the rattling of his heart and the impulsive negative thoughts. Focus on breathing. Glancing around, he saw that yes, Logan was asleep, but they weren’t sitting anymore. No, the logical side was acting as the big spoon with Patton in his arms, muttering nonsense in his sleep. If Patton’s face wasn’t warm before, it was now, and he definitely wasn’t breathing. His face was as red as a…what did Logan call it again….a solanum lycopersicum? Yes, he’s done his homework. A little studying to try to understand didn’t hurt nobody.
Now that he was aware of the other’s presence, he could feel warm arms around his waist, his mouth resting against his head, his chest pressed up against his back….Patton really wanted to squeal in excitement, but that would probably wake up the sleeping beauty, so he tried he best to hold back his fits of excitement.
So, because he was trying his darnedest to savor this soft moment for as long as he could, he concealed his eyes behind his lids once more, and allowed his body to fall back into the depths of slumber. Head resting against the other’s. There couldn’t be any harm in that…could there?
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