“If you don’t leave...” Patton hissed the words out as the flames licked his fingertips as he held the ball of fire in his palms, his eyes were narrowed, dark even. To the point where the masked hero that stood before couldn’t even see the glimmer of warmth that used to be in his eyes, before all this..before it had all been taken away. “If you don’t leave, I will burn you.” He snarled, his posture telling the hero more than anything that he would do it, and more importantly, that he wouldn't regret it.
So the hero stood there before Patton, he didn't take a step closer but at the same time, he also didn't move away. Irritation licked at Patton's heart like the flames that curled in his hands, and he made a conscious effort to squish down the annoyance that was rising within him. It wasn't working, or at least not as well as he hoped as the fires that sparked in his hands grew and grew. Soon enough, he wouldn't be able to control them.
But regardless of the threat, and of the growing danger. The hero's head cocked to the side, it was such a simple movement and yet Patton had to push down the first hints of fear that started to curdle inside him. If the hero didn't leave..then he really would be burned, he'd get hurt..and despite the fact that he himself was no longer a hero... Patton didn't want that, he didn't want any harm to come to an innocent.
"LEAVE!" He roared one final time, the flames were growing and growing, in tandem with his fear and anguish. "I will burn you!"
Finally, the hero moved, but it wasn't to get away from Patton, as he simply reached his hand up towards the mask on his face. "Oh Patton," For just the briefest of seconds Patton felt his breathing halt entirely at the soft murmur of that familiar voice. It was impossible, it very well should have been impossible. He was de- "You can't burn what's already been scorched..." The clasps of the hero's mask made an audible clicking noise as it came undone, falling from his face and into the hero's gloved hands.
A scarred half burned face stared back at him, and something inside of Patton shattered as his hands dropped to his side and he sunk down to his knees.
It was impossible, he had seen him die, he had seen their home go up in flames. He had been there waiting..hoping that the fire department would come out with him still alive. How? HOW?!
No matter the turmoil growing and growing inside of Patton's skull, the tears poured down the ex-hero's face in a waterfall of chaotic feelings. "Logan," He choked the other's name out, it was the first time he had spoken the other's name in..in years. And even so, a twisted smile answered him as one blinded eye and one beautiful and gorgeous brown eye stared back at him. "How?" He choked out, pushing down the rising sobs that wanted a release from his lungs, "How?!" He finally screamed, the fires burned around him, and even so Patton could barely pay attention to them.
Not with Logan right in front of him, he could never pay attention to anything else when it came to Logan. That was just the way that things were, and always had been.
A tense moment passed between them, as the fires continued to rage all around them. Until finally Logan moved, one movement after the other he strolled forward, his twisted smile somehow looking more and more peaceful the closer that he got to Patton. Until he was no more than just a few inches away from him, and until his gloved fingers passed through Patton's filthy ash covered hair.
"Oh Patton..." Came the delicate whisper from above him, "I never really left you."
The fingers in his hair buzzed with a strange chill to them, and within seconds the world around him became foggier and foggier. Until his body pitched forward, only caught by the cold hands that held him as if he were the most precious cargo in the world. The world spun dizzily around him, darkness encroaching on all corners until he felt a cool pair of lips touching his forehead. It was the last thing he felt, with Logan's voice echoing in his mind as he fell into darkness.