How about holding each other while slow dancing with Logicality please?
This one was a fun one, sorry that some angst sneaked into it at the very end, but that’s just a tiny little pinch. It’s also not the longest, but sometimes it’s better to just let the fic be the lenght it wasnts to be, you know? I hope you’ll like it!
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A dance
“Dance with me?”
Logan looked up from the book he was reading. Patton was standing in front of him, a small smile on his face which made the logical side smile as well. It wasn’t his usual smile, it was softer, his eyes holding so much warmth, when he was looking at Logan with that expression there was nothing he could do but be compelled to agree on the spot. That look always made him feel the same way a good cup of tea did on a cold rainy day.
At that point of his relationship with Patton he was forced to admit to himself that yes, that didn’t make any sense but also yes, it was exactly how that look felt when it was directed at him. At that point, he was okay with just “dealing with it”.
“Okay,” he answered simply.
Even though he trusted Patton, the fact that he didn’t know what brought this on made him grow uneasy. Emotions were so tiring, never stopping, always seeming to be the opposite that they should be. A nuisance that had to be addressed constantly, ignored constantly or distracted from constantly.
Just an inconvenience.
Patton took him by the hand, making him take a few steps away from the couch he was previously sitting on before placing the hand he was holding on his waist.
It was almost routine, Logan in the leading position even though long ago it started with Patton being the one to lead. Patton never liked to take the leading position from him, though, even if it was just an illusion. It was enough struggle to convince him to dance back then, and Patton’s intuition somehow knew that the other would not appreciate a hand on his waist.
Besides, Patton preferred to be held either way.
Sometime in his reminiscing, Logan picked up Patton’s other hand and started to gently sway them; with no music there to set the tempo, there was no reason to rush.
Once again, the way they moved was almost a routine. The slow sway, the gentle hold of their hands, the minimal space between them that soon became non-existent as minutes went on and their stance changed from a proper one to just holding each other.
The position felt safe now, even though it took a long time for it to lose the itchy feeling on Logan’s skin in the past (he tried to forcefully ignore it, not giving Patton enough credit with the way he could somehow sense that his partner was uncomfortable and he always moved away. To be entirely honest, to this day Logan has no idea how on earth he managed to do it in a way that didn’t made him feel like a bother for being touch-averse like that).
When Patton tightened his arms around his neck a bit more, Logan couldn’t help but smile gently and lean down a bit to rest his head on his shoulder.
He felt all the tension leave Patton’s body, almost making him fully in charge of keeping him upright.
Ah, so that is what this was all about.
They didn’t realise when they had stopped swaying and began to just simply hold each other, but it didn’t bother them. Patton started to gently tremble at some point, no sound leaving his mouth but tears still escaping his eyes and soaking into Logan’s shirt.
However long it took for him to calm down, it didn’t matter. All that did was that when he finally loosened his hold and stepped back, taking one hand off of Logan’s shoulder to wipe the remaining stains from his face, he smiled at him once more, his usual spark back in his eyes, even though the smile itself was just as soft as the one he gave Logan at the beginning of their interaction.
“Thank you, Logan”, he said and hugged him once more, this time only briefly.
And if his lips gently touched Logan’s cheek for the first time, well, there was no way to confirm that, so he could have just imagined it.
@csi-baker-street-babes asked for a fluffy Logicality Human AU with a first kiss and a bit of angsty feels.
“A bit of angsty feels” means “a huge pile of angst,” right? Just clarifying.
Nah, I’m kidding. I actually used this fic as an excuse to be super soft and cliche. At heart I am just a small bean wanting to write happy love.
Also, I ended up thinking through this camp AU way too much. I might write more for it in the future. Let me know if you’re interested!
Thanks for the prompt! Reminder to everyone that I’m open to prompts! And if you want to be on my fic taglist, let me know!
You can find this fic on Ao3 here.
(Title is from Would You Be So Kind by dodie.)
Words: 4259
Pairing: romantic Logicality
Warnings: crying, rejection, repressing emotions, lying, self-deprecation, isolating oneself (but it gets fluffy again I swear), kissing
Summary: After years of pining, Patton finally asks out his crush. It...does not go as planned.
By the end of the summer, Patton Hart was going to ask out Logan Crofters.
He made that promise at the beginning of the first session, staring at the counselor schedule that announced, once again, that he’d be spending his summer side-by-side with Logan. They’d been co-counselors for three years in a row, three years that Patton had spent sneaking glances and stammering whenever Logan talked to him.
Why he kept getting paired with Logan, Patton didn’t know. Thomas said they “worked well together.“ Whether that was true or not, Patton did always have a lot more fun when Logan was around. (He also dropped a lot more things and tripped way more often, but that was okay.)
The facts were: he was going to be spending three sessions/nine weeks/fifty-six days with a very smart, very nice, very pretty man. And this year, instead of pining hopelessly, Patton was actually going to tell Logan how he felt. He was. No excuses. The time was right.
There was the itsy-bitsy fact that Patton had said that for two summers already. But this summer would be the summer! Patton knew it. Maybe he’d even ask Logan out during the first session, and they could spend the whole summer together. Thomas was okay with counselors dating each other as long as they kept things professional. They could hold hands on the hikes and sing campfire songs together and Patton could finally give him the More-Than-Friendship bracelet he’d made in Year Two of Being in Love with Logan Crofters.
(Patton was pretty sure he was in love. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t spend all school year waiting for his chance to come back to Camp Chickadee and hear Logan’s soft laugh as Patton tried to balance a spoon on the end of his nose.)
He loved Logan, and he was going to tell him. Half the camp knew about Patton’s crush, for Pete’s sake! It was only a matter of time until some well-meaning kiddo told Logan for him. Camp Chickadee might be surrounded by pine trees, but that was no excuse for Patton to keep pining.
The first session passed. Patton did not ask out Logan. He negotiated a prank war between Roman and Remus, learned a new chord on the ukelele, carved a dog, and taught Virgil how to bake blackberry pie. He signed up to lead as many activities as possible that involved Logan. Together, they led a bunch of hikes, lifeguarded together, went biking, made a catapult, and, on one memorable afternoon, crowned Turtle the dog (not to be confused with Dog the turtle, the other camp pet) Supreme Leader of All Rocks, Stones, and Boulders. Logan never objected to Patton’s company. He never asked for it either, but it was a start!
On the last day of the session, the whole camp had an hours-long mud fight, built a campfire, and sang songs together. Patton watched Logan across the fire, his eyes gleaming in the light, singing along to Yellow Submarine even though he always insisted he didn’t like to sing.
Next session, Patton told himself.
They went rafting together. They made bread together. They mastered the rope course backwards and frontwards. They wrote a story about Turtle the dog and her conquering of Asia. One camper asked if Logan and Patton were dating. Patton tried not to blush. Logan didn’t seem fazed by the question. Good sign? Bad sign? Patton didn’t know.
Before he knew it, it was the last week of session two. Patton was playing Texas hold’em with Logan, Virgil, Roman, and Remus. Janus and Thomas were leading the whole camp in a singalong by Giant’s Ridge. Patton and the other counselors were supposed to be brainstorming activities for session three, but Remus had dared Roman to beat him at cards and now here they were.
Patton frowned as he lost for the fourth time in a row. Virgil, Roman, and Logan gave him sympathetic looks. Remus cackled with delight and very little sympathy.
“Wanna play again?” Virgil asked after Remus had, once again, won the game.
“I’ll pass,” Patton said with a smile. “I’m not very good at it.”
“Practice makes progress,” Roman pointed out.
“I think I’m with Patton,” Logan agreed, placing his cards down and standing up. “We can think up some activity ideas while you play a few more rounds. You know, the thing we’re actually supposed to be doing.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m just gonna lead another search for the FBI base in the woods, Virgil will hunt for Mothman again, and you’ll do something boring like knitting. You’re all really predictable.”
Roman chuckled. “And what about me?”
“Talent show.”
“I hate that you’re right.”
“Still,” Patton said, “we should try to prepare stuff! Logan’s right, at least some of us should be brainstorming.”
Remus chuckled. “Of course you take his side.”
Patton tried very hard not to blush and didn’t really succeed. Fortunately, Logan didn’t seem to notice Remus’ comment. “We’ll be at the swing if you need us,” he said, giving them a nod. “Good luck, Remus.”
Amidst Roman’s offending spluttering and calls of “I thought you were on my side! Betrayal, heresy, et tu Brute” Logan and Patton walked to the swing. Patton usually lay sideways on the swinging bench, taking up more than half of it, but Logan was sitting on the other side with his hands over the side. Patton perched on the very edge of the swing and tried to put as much space between them as possible.
Then they brainstormed. Or, really, Logan brainstormed while Patton nodded along. He tried to think about activities, he really did, but Logan was right there and he moved his hands when he talked and his eyes sparkled when he thought of an idea he really liked and goodness, Patton was falling hard, wasn’t he?
“Patton!” Logan said, and Patton realized he’d been calling his name.
“I...” Patton smiled. “Yeah! Of course! I’m just being spacey, is all. You know me--scatterbrained. Would forget my own head if it wasn’t on my feet!”
Logan frowned. “Your head is on your shoulders.”
“Oh, darn it! I knew I messed up something when I got dressed today!”
Logan chuckled, holding up his hand to cover the sound. Patton wished he wouldn’t. He loved that laugh, light and airy and so different than the serious image Logan always tried to show.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Logan asked again after his laughter died, and his voice was so concerned. Patton couldn’t handle this. He couldn’t! “If there’s...if you need to talk about anything with me, know that I am here to listen.”
Patton couldn’t stop his mouth from dropping open slightly. He probably looked flabbergasted, gobsmacked, and all sorts of interesting words. But he couldn’t help it! Logan was so nice! And they were making eye contact and Logan’s eyes were such a nice shade of brown...
“Patton?” Logan said again.
Oh no. He really needed to stop that.
The only way to stop it, said the voice in the back of his head that sounded kind of like Virgil, was to confess.
Patton reached into his pocket and his hands grasped the bracelet he’d made Logan last year. Blue and navy threads in the most complicated knot Patton knew, looped around a few red beads. A More-than-Friendship bracelet. A gift.
“I...” Patton swallowed. “Logan?”
“Yes?”
“I have something for you?”
He didn’t mean for it to be a question, but his voice squeaked at the end. Well. Good enough.
Logan looked confused, probably because they’d gone from a heartfelt conversation to...this. “What is it?” he finally asked.
Patton steeled his nerves and held out the bracelet.
“Another friendship bracelet?” Logan laughed a little, and Patton knew he was projecting but it sounded like such a fond laugh. “Patton, I don’t think I have room left on my arms.”
“It’s...not exactly. A friendship bracelet.” Patton shifted. His hands were all sweaty and he just wanted to bury himself in the dirt. Why did he think this was a good idea?
“Then what is it?” Logan asked. Innocent. Completely unaware of the anguish Patton was experiencing.
It wasn’t too late. He could call it a co-counselor bracelet or a best-friends bracelet or a bracelet to ward off evil spirits. He could call it anything! He could still get out of this!
But some brave, foolish part of Patton remembered that he only had a month until he wouldn’t see Logan for a whole school year. Only a month to do this. Only a month.
“It’s a...it’s an I-like-you bracelet?”
Logan blinked. “A what?”
“An I-like-you bracelet.” Patton tried to smile. “‘Cause I...I like you? Romantically? I like-like you? I have for a while now, I guess? I thought I’d...I dunno, let you know?”
His voice kept squeaking. Patton decided he’d dug his hole deep enough and shut his mouth.
“You like me,” Logan repeated, expression unreadable.
“Yes,” Patton said, bracing for an explosion. Preparing himself for Logan to yell at him, reject him, say he was creepy and he didn’t want to be friends anymore. Trying not to hope. Trying not to let himself hope. Why did he ever think Logan would like him back? Why was he that naive? Right now, sitting in the sun, his dreams of holding hands and singing songs together seemed childish, foolish, and unreachable.
“Thank you,” Logan said, “for telling me.”
Patton still couldn’t get a read on Logan. His voice was blank and his face was more so. Usually Patton could tell what Logan was feeling, even though he tried to hide it, but now? Patton was lost.
“You’re welcome?” Patton asked. Squeaking again. He was just a little mouse, wasn’t he?
Logan opened his mouth, closed it again, and slipped his hand around Patton’s. Carefully, he lowered Patton’s hand to the bench. They sat that way for a second, Logan’s hand covering Patton’s, Patton’s clenched around the bracelet.
And somewhere, beneath the panic and the doubt and the resignation, something settled. This felt right, so right, like he’d slotted together two puzzle pieces and realized what the picture was supposed to be. He was sure his hand was sweaty and gross and of course it was really awkward because Logan hadn’t actually told Patton what he thought...but they were holding hands. Kinda sorta maybe holding hands.
Then Logan’s hand slipped off Patton’s and Logan was standing up, brushing off his shirt.
“I think,” he said slowly, “it’s best if we don’t talk for a while.”
Patton felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “What?”
“I’m sorry. I just think...I think it would be easier on us.” Logan cast him a sympathetic look. “I do appreciate you, Patton, as a friend. I hope you realize that.”
Oh.
Oh.
A lump was growing in Patton’s throat. No. He wouldn’t cry. Not here, not now, not ever.
“Okay,” he forced out, trying to smile.
Logan gave him a final nod and walked towards the picnic tables, where Roman and Remus and Virgil were still playing cards. Logan slipped onto the bench and they passed him some cards without hesitation. He didn’t look back at Patton. Not once.
Patton? He curled up on the bench, tucked his head between his knees, and tried his best not to cry.
But his best was never good enough.
So he ended up crying into his cargo shorts, alone on a swinging bench in the summer sun.
Third session came, and for the first time ever, Patton wished the summer was over.
He loved Camp Chickadee. He did! He loved the campers and his fellow counselors and Thomas and the beautiful woods around them. He loved choosing activities and making friends and exploring the trails around camp. He loved baking treats and counting stars and singing his favorite camp songs. He’d been going to Camp Chickadee since he was four or five. It was his favorite place in the whole wide world.
And third session wasn’t even that bad! He investigated some FBI activity in the woods with Remus and got to be a secret agent! He hunted down Mothman with Virgil and sang songs in the Talent Show with Roman and even managed to get through a carving session with Janus. Janus and him didn’t really get along, but anyone was better than Logan.
Logan, who’d barely looked at him all session.
They were still co-counselors, of course. They still managed their ragtag group of kiddos together. But they never spoke to each other unless it was professional, and whenever they could, Logan avoided Patton altogether.
Patton hated it.
Logan was his best friend. They knew each other’s middle names and favorite colors and least-favorite colors and secretest dreams. They texted occasionally throughout the school year, but somehow Patton never grew tired of Logan or found someone else in his college. Somehow he always came back to Camp Chickadee and Logan’s laugh and a place he really belonged.
And yes, Patton had a crush. And yes, Logan didn’t have to reciprocate it. Friendship wasn’t a consolation prize! He would have been disappointed if Logan didn’t like him back, but as long as they could stay friends, it would have been okay.
This, though...this was isolation from the person he cared most about. This was Logan shutting him out. This was going cold turkey on one of Patton’s most precious friendships.
Patton spent a lot of time in the camp bathroom, trying to cry as quietly as possible.
He was pathetic, really. Like a little kid back in elementary school. He still kept that bracelet in his pocket. Every day he woke up and stared at the cabin ceiling and hoped against hope that Logan would decide that they could be friends again. Every day he said hello to Logan, hoping Logan would say hello back, hoping he would smile.
Logan always just nodded and turned away, and the knife inside Patton’s heart twisted a little deeper.
The campers didn’t seem to notice the difference. Patton was still full of dad jokes and sunshine, putting up a perfectly crafted facade. Logan was still an expert on all flora and fauna, able to spot a bird from a mile away. Patton still sang every camp song he knew. Logan still recited the elements from memory. They were still the same.
Just...they couldn’t work off each other anymore. Patton couldn’t make Logan laugh with his puns, Logan couldn’t remind Patton of the lyrics he forgot, they couldn’t build off a story together or make up a game together or comfort a kiddo together. Logan was smart and logical and calm, Patton was energetic and sunny and creative. When they worked together, they could do anything. When they didn’t, they were just two different people with different ideas and different lives.
The campers didn’t notice the difference, but Patton did.
And the other counselors did.
“Are you...good?” Virgil asked when he saw Patton curled up under a tree, staring at his feet.
“Yeah, of course!”
“What’s up between you and Specs?” Roman asked after a very awkward singalong where Logan and Patton ended up sitting next to each other.
“Nothing!”
“Is everything alright with you?” Thomas asked during a camp meeting, after Patton chose to work with Janus instead of Logan. “Did something happen?”
They moved on, but Patton got many concerned glances throughout the meeting. He tried his best to field them with smiles. Nobody seemed very convinced.
“Are you mad at Logan?” asked Mia, a seven-year-old with a butterfly t-shirt and a gap between her front teeth.
“No!” Patton insisted.
And that was the truth. As much as Patton wanted to be mad at Logan, as much as he wanted to be furious, he just wasn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to even be annoyed with Logan Crofters. Maybe that made him weak. Pathetic. Soft. But that was the truth. Patton didn’t like hating anyone, and hating Logan was simply impossible.
He busied himself with tents and hikes and tried not to think about everything too hard.
And soon it was the last week of the session. And Patton was dealing with his usual oh-no-the-summer-is-almost-over-I’ll-have-to-go-back-to-college-and-study-instead-of-picking-wildflowers-with-my-adorable-kiddos sadness, but he almost felt relief. He could go back to school now. He could hang out with his school friends and maybe get a new crush and not have to think about this anymore.
Still, he would miss Virgil and Remus and Roman and Thomas and maybe Janus. They started a group chat together, but it wasn’t the same. Roman had added Logan to the group chat. Logan had immediately left. He said he just didn’t like group chats, but Patton knew what it was really about.
The last day of Camp Chickadee, it rained. Poured, in fact. The kiddos dashed to their cars in yellow and red raincoats, giggling and shoving each other in the mud. The pine trees dipped, water sloughing off the branches and splashing on the paths. The drum-drum-drum on the lodge roof was interspersed with goodbyes and hugs and a few tears. Patton wished each of his kiddos the best of luck and tried not to cry too much.
Finally it was just the counselors, standing together in the chilly, damp Lodge, looking out at the rainy woods. The campfire was soaked, the swings dripping, the air fresh and tangy with the scent of rain.
“I should go,” Logan said, getting up from the chair in the corner.
“You sure?” Virgil looked disappointed. “Can’t you hang with us a little longer?”
“I have to pack for the move,” Logan said like that made sense. “Sorry.”
Roman frowned. “You’ll be back next year, right? I don’t care if you have to drive across the country, you’re coming back.”
Logan huffed and smiled. “I’ll see, Roman.”
“You’d better.” Roman paused and leaned forward, giving Logan a huge hug. “You’re the best, nerd.”
Logan patted Roman on the back. “I enjoy your company as well. Prep.”
“Hug time!” Remus leaped onto Logan’s back. Virgil crept around sideways and squeezed Logan’s waist, and even Janus gave Logan’s shoulder a squeeze. Thomas watched them with a smile. Patton watched them without a smile. What was happening?
Finally Logan extricated himself. Thomas reached out a hand and Logan shook it.
“We’ll miss you,” Thomas said. “You’ve been a great counselor.”
“Thanks,” Logan said, giving him a small smile. “I’ve loved it here.”
Thomas nodded. He looked like he was trying not to cry. Logan reached down and swung his backpack over his shoulders before walking out the door into the rain.
The other counselors watched him go.
“Um,” Patton whispered. “Guys?”
Virgil glanced over. “Yeah, Pat?”
“What was that?”
“What was what?” Virgil looked confused. “Hey, why didn’t you say goodbye to him? I know you guys are going through a rough spot, but I thought he’d want to see you before he left.”
“But we’ll see each other next summer,” Patton said. “Right?”
Virgil’s face fell. “You mean he didn’t tell you?”
All the counselors were looking at him with sympathy. Patton didn’t know what was happening. Was Logan leaving? Where was he going? Had Patton been so terrible that he drove off Logan for good?
“He’s moving away,” Roman said softly. “He finished college last semester and he’s moving to his new job.”
“What?” The room was spinning. “What--how long have you known?”
“He told us a couple weeks ago,” Thomas added, looking at Patton with concern. “I assumed you knew as well, you’ve always been so close--”
“I--” Patton shook his head, glancing at the open door. “I--I need to--”
“Pat?” Virgil asked.
Before he could stop himself, Patton bolted out the door and into the rain.
The water immediately drenched him. His curls stuck to his face, his clothes plastered to his skin, his glasses covered with droplets. Patton fumbled with them and stuck them in his pocket. The world was blurry now, but he could see the vague shape of the driveway. As he approached, it was clearer. Logan was tossing his backpack in the trunk of his car and slamming the door, walking around to the front.
“Logan!” Patton yelled, skidding over a patch of mud and coming to a stop.
Logan turned around. He was soaked as well, rain running down his cheeks. “Patton? What--”
“You’re leaving,” Patton said.
“Oh.” Logan nodded, looking sheepish. “Yes?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well...that is to say, I--” Logan ran his hands through his hair. “I didn’t want to make a huge fuss about it.”
“A fuss?” Patton repeated. “Lo, I’m never going to see you again!”
“I’m only moving,” Logan protested, “and I might be able to come back next year anyway--”
“That doesn’t matter!” Patton’s eyes were burning, and not because of the rain. “Y-you’re my friend and you’re l-leaving and I get that I messed up and made things weird and you h-hate me, and that’s okay! That’s okay! I g-get it! But I-I’ve liked you for th-three years! You’re my b-best friend and I c-care about you even if you d-don’t c-care about m-me--”
He was crying now. Damn it! Patton swiped viciously at his cheeks. At least the rain hid his tears.
“So please,” Patton said, staring at Logan, “please just let me have this, okay? P-please let me say goodbye.”
Logan’s mouth was open. “Patton, I--”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Patton leaned forward and hugged Logan quickly around the shoulders. “I-I just wanted to do that. So...yeah. Um. Good luck.”
He pulled away and turned back toward the Lodge, giving Logan a final wave. Then a hand caught his own. Patton looked down to see Logan’s hand curled in his.
“What--” Patton looked back. Logan looked about to cry. “Lo?”
“Three years?” Logan repeated. “Patton, I thought it was just a crush, I--”
“You don’t need to...” Patton tried to tug his hand out of Logan’s grip. “It’s fine, really--”
“And I turned you down,” Logan said softly. “Patton, I--I didn’t realize how much you cared--”
“You don’t have to pity me,” Patton said miserably. “I get it. I-I made things weird. It’s fine. We-we don’t have to see each other ever again if you don’t want to--”
“Patton, can I kiss you?”
Patton’s train of thought stuttered to a halt. “What?”
“I--” Logan’s eyes were wide. “I like you, Patton! I like you a lot but I was going to move and I knew I’d just be leading you on and it would never work out long-term and I probably should have just told you that instead of isolating myself from you but I’ve never been able to handle these sorts of icky complicated emotions and Patton, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize how much it would affect you and--”
Patton swallowed. He wanted to pinch himself, see if he was dreaming, but the cold rain on his face told him otherwise.
Logan was rambling now, waving his hands, apologizing over and over and promising Patton that it was okay if Patton didn’t forgive him but he did really like him and Patton was funny and amazing and wonderful and deserved the world and Patton was just standing there, his hand still in Logan’s, heart filling up with joy.
And when Logan reached a pause, Patton stood up on his tippy-toes and kissed Logan.
Logan made a little squeak of surprise. But his hands wrapped around Patton’s waist and he kissed back. His wet hair dripped down Patton’s face and their mouths kept slipping out of each other’s and it was messy and cold and Patton was still crying a little bit but Logan was holding onto Patton and Patton had one hand on Logan’s cheek and another tangled in his hair and despite the cold and the rain and the circumstances Patton could just stand here forever and that would be perfectly, absolutely fine.
Finally Logan pulled away for breath, leaning his forehead on Patton’s. Patton giggled a little when he saw Logan, glasses fogged up, hair askew.
“This won’t be easy,” Logan muttered, searching Patton’s eyes. “Long-distance relationships are more complex and less likely to be successful--”
“Lo.” Patton pressed a quick kiss to Logan’s nose. “I’m willing to try if you are.”
Logan breathed and smiled wider than Patton had ever seen him. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” Patton reached into his pocket and pulled out that same blue-and-red bracelet. “Um...then, Logan Crofters, do you take me to be your lawfully wedded boyfriend?”
Logan laughed against Patton’s nose. “I do.”
Patton slipped the bracelet over Logan’s hand. “Oh no, it’s loose!”
“That’s okay.” Logan took Patton’s hand and slipped it into his so the bracelet surrounded both their wrists. “More room for us.”
Patton giggled. “Now we’re stuck together, Lo,”
Logan pressed a kiss to Patton’s hand. “Good.”
Patton giggled even more, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder. He was probably blushing furiously, but he found that he didn’t care. “You’re such a softie.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
Patton smiled. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
And even though Logan had packing to do, they stood there for a long time, arms around each other, until the rain finally stopped and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds.
It was the end of the summer, but the beginning of something even more wonderful.
Summary: Patton has seasonal depression and can’t sleep, and Logan tries to help with cuddles and sweet words. It kinda works.
Pairings: Logicality
Words: 1113
Warnings: Patton is depressed, self depreciation, talk of not taking meds
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Patton sighed and rolled over to look at his alarm clock. The numbers 5:45 flashed back at him with a harsh red light. Thinking there was no use in continuing trying to fall asleep, he stumbled out of bed and fished for his phone and earbuds, trying not to wake his boyfriend.
Padding his way out of his and Logan’s room, he walked toward the living room at the heart of the apartment he shared with his boyfriend and two best friends. He grabbed a blanket to rest around his shoulders as he pressed on the playlist labeled with a frowny face. He sat on a loveseat near the window and turned on the lamp beside him, hoping to find some peace in the city that stared back at him, unfeeling.
“Patton?” a gravelly voice called from behind him. “What are you doing up?”
Closing his eyes and sighing softly, he forced a smile and turned from the cold window to face Logan. “I could ask the same of you!”
“You know that I am a light sleeper, I felt you leave. What is the cause of your insomnia?”
Patton waved his hand, “I’m fine Lo, I just-”
“Sunshine, please.” Patton met his eyes, and he just couldn’t lie anymore. He let his face drop and patted the spot next to him. “Do you… require affection?” Logan said with such genuine confusion, Patton couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from his chest.
Patton smiled up softly at his clueless boyfriend and responded, “Yes please.” Logan walked over to sit beside him and opened up his arms for Patton to snuggle into.
The pair laid there for a while, Patton listening to the other’s heartbeat in one ear and music in the other, and Logan gently running his hand through Patton’s wavy hair. Every so often, Logan would press a kiss to Patton’s forehead and he would respond by tapping his fingers against Logan’s side. After a long time had passed, Logan spoke up.
“Would you like to talk about it, Dear?”
Patton turned his face into Logan’s chest and sighed deeply before nodding. “I’m just so ready for winter to be over,” Patton said.
A divet formed in the space between Logan’s eyebrows. “It is the beginning of April, winter has been over for many days”
“I know. But then why do I still feel this way? I’m just… heavy. I feel sad and tired and weighed down by some invisible force.” said Patton in a voice so sad it twisted something in the pit of Logan’s stomach.
Logan looked out the window, to the dark city before them. “You have seasonal depression, Patton. It is only rational for you to feel this way.”
Patton shook his head and pulled back. “That’s just it! You said yourself, winter is already over! Its spring, and yet I still feel horrible. Why am I so screwed up when I’m supposed to start feeling better?”
Logan reached over and gently took Patton’s hand. “Well, winter is only over according to our calendar. But to your body, it may take some time before it begins to feel the effects of summer.” This only seemed to dishearten him more. Logan rushed to add some more reassurance. “That is to say, your feelings are understandable, and certainly do not mean you are ‘screwed up’.”
Patton only gave a weak smile and shrug in response.
“Have you been taking your antidepressants?” asked Logan. At this, Patton’s eyes widened somewhat before he looked away. A tense pause floated in the air, and he heard the song change in his earbud. “Darling, I won’t get mad or upset, but imperative that you continue taking your medication until cleared by Dr. Picani.”
Still not meeting his eyes, Patton shook his head. “I ran out a few days ago and felt bad getting more when I shouldn’t need them anymore.”
Hearing Logan sigh and let go of his hand, Patton curled in on himself slightly, ready for him to give up and leave Patton to cry alone. Instead, Logan leaned over the side of the chair and put up the footrest, then pulled Patton onto his chest.
“You never have to feel bad about needing assistance. There is no shortage of antidepressant medication, and you should take it for as long as you need. Furthermore, in the future, I would like you to talk to me before you spiral. I love you, and I wish to help you in any way possible. And Patton,” Logan gently placed his hand on Patton’s face and gently lifted it to meet his eyes. “I love you too much to lose you. You are not messed up. You are not overreacting. And you are worth all that you receive and so much more. Please take care of yourself, for me.”
Tears welled up in Patton’s eyes, which greatly alarmed his boyfriend. “Did I... say something wrong?” This elicited a laugh from a very emotional Patton.
“No Sweetie, you just said everything right. I’m just very overwhelmed, but I love you too. So much.”
Logan sighed in relief. “Would you like to talk about it now?”
Patton smiled back up at him. “Can we just… cuddle? I’m very emotionally drained and very tired.”
“Of course, my dear.” Patton offered his left earbud to Logan, who took it and placed it in his ear.
As Patton rested on Logan’s chest, he finally looked back outside to see the first rays of dawn peek out over the horizon. At the same time, “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles began playing from Patton’s phone. He smiled and closed his eyes, feeling comfortable, safe, and warm for the first time in a while.
…
Roman entered the living room at 8, still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. It was a Saturday so he didn’t have work, but he had a lot of errands to run and he’d rather get them done sooner rather than later.
Just as he reached the door to the kitchen, he glanced to the side to find two of his friends tangled on their small couch. A fond smile grew on his face as Patton snored softly. He walked over and briefly considered waking them before taking the blanket off the floor next to them and covering the pair.
Before turning away, he took a picture (they were cute okay? Plus it would come in handy next time Logan got mad at him) and turned off the lamp.
Walking back to the kitchen, he texted the photo to Vigil, captioning it “Why don’t they just get married already?” and continued the beginning of his day.
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Ya know I wrote a whole au for this oneshot in a google docs, so if this doesn’t flop I may write more in this universe.
Hey can I please get some angst...#2 logicality? Thank you ❤❤❤
2. “Please don’t cry.”
A/N: Me? Projecting onto the characters I write?? It’s more likely than you think! (also skjdhsdfgh I’m so sorry this took me so long)
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It had been one hell of a week.
It was as if everything that could possibly go wrong had decided to do so all at once. Thomas’ life was thrown into chaos, and he had no idea how to deal with it all. Virgil had gone into panic, Roman was in a total meltdown, and Thomas was just barely holding it all in.
It took everything Logan had in him just to keep everything from falling apart. It wasn’t easy for Thomas to listen to reason instead of emotion, but Logan did everything he could, and he managed to keep some semblance of control.
He couldn’t have done any of it without Patton, though. Logan knew from the beginning that if Patton was as much of a mess as the others, he had no chance. As the core of Thomas’s emotions, if Patton went over before Logan could bring everything back to normal, he wouldn’t be able to fix it for a very long time.
But Patton had been surprisingly calm, levelheaded, and helpful. With his help and his ability to calm everyone else down, they were able to keep Thomas and their friends stable. When he spoke words of comfort or calmed the others with a smile, even Logan believed everything he said. Patton wasn’t freaking out, he wasn’t melting down, and that was the only reason Logan could contain everything.
Logan was incredibly proud of Patton.
After days of talking through the chaos, of laying down plans for the next few days, weeks, and months, and of making sure everyone felt safe again, Logan was exhausted.
He couldn’t even imagine how tired Patton must have been. He never showed it, of course, but Logan wasn’t naïve.
Logan didn’t know what he would have done if Patton hadn’t stepped in, and he wanted to show his appreciation. Now that things were mostly back to normal, he figured it would be a good time to plan for a relaxing evening together.
Patton walked into the living room just as Logan had finished setting it up. He gazed around at the scented candles, the meal laid out on the coffee table, the blankets and pillows arranged on the couch, and the television ready to play Winnie the Pooh. Patton’s mouth fell open into an astonished smile and he shook his head at Logan in disbelief. Logan smiled back.
“I know the past week has been especially difficult on you, and I wanted to do what I could to provide some relief.” Logan explained.
Patton’s eyes shone and he bit his lip as he walked over and threw his arms around Logan’s neck. Logan tightened his hold around Patton’s waist. He wanted the night to be about treating Patton, but it was certainly…nice, just to let himself be held for a moment.
Patton barely said a word as they ate. He was always smiling and always maintaining physical contact of some kind: knees touching, a hand on Logan’s arm, et cetera.
But there was something bugging Logan. He couldn’t figure out what it was. Something wasn’t right.
As the movie played and Patton wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist and leaned on his shoulder, Logan pushed the thought out of his mind. The night was supposed to be about Patton and he wasn’t going to ruin it by dwelling on something else.
Logan put his arm around Patton and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before going back to the movie. The nagging feeling that something was still wrong didn’t go unnoticed.
Logan tried to focus. He wanted to be completely present in the moment, he wanted to be there for Patton. But Patton still had barely spoken and he hadn’t moved.
Logan glanced down, only to see a look of complete misery on Patton’s face.
Logan chastised himself for not seeing it before. Patton was exhausted and worn out, too. He probably didn’t want to be here, he probably was just doing it to be nice. This was what was wrong.
But that didn’t feel quite right. There was something else going on.
Logan tried not to show the obvious concern on his face. “Patton?”
Immediately, Patton’s miserable expression disappeared. He looked up at Logan, big smile and bright eyes. “Hm?”
“Is everything alright?”
Patton’s smile softened. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, his face crumbled and he let out a sob.
“Oh, no! I’m sorry!” Logan said quickly as Patton’s hand came up to cover his mouth.
Logan yelled at himself in his head. Of course he would make Patton cry while trying to cheer him up. He knew he shouldn’t have pushed it.
Patton’s eyes squeezed shut as he kept crying, silent except for an occasional whimper, shaking all over. Logan turned and wrapped his arms around Patton. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”
“It’s…not…your fault,” Patton choked between sobs. He tried to speak again, but couldn’t force the words out.
And finally, it clicked, and Logan realized why it felt like something wasn’t right. He held Patton tighter.
In times of great stress, the brain will shut down the processing of emotions until it believes the stressful situation is over, at a time when it will not be dangerous to be non-functional for a period. In other words, when someone goes through a difficult time, they will repress their feelings until they believe they can deal with them safely and without disrupting their life.
Patton had dealt with so much over the past few days. He had only been able to help Logan because he was refusing to address everything that overwhelmed him. Logan felt like something was wrong because he didn’t feel the stabilization of the emotions.
Dealing with emotions had never been one of Logan’s strengths, but for Patton, he would do whatever he had to.
He took a deep breath and leaned back against the couch, pulling Patton with him so that he would be resting against Logan’s chest. Patton sniffed and nuzzled against Logan, pressing his face into the fabric of Logan’s shirt, eyes still streaming. Logan stroked Patton’s hair with one hand and wiped away a tear on Patton’s cheek with the other.
“Everything is okay,” Logan whispered. “I’m right here. We’re safe.”
Patton sobbed and nodded. Logan pressed another kiss into his hair. He wished there was something more he could do.
But as Patton’s cries slowed and he began to relax, Logan knew that the only thing he could do was stay close and let Patton fall apart.
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“I’m so tired,” Patton mumbled, half-asleep on Logan’s chest, the only light in the room coming from the movie’s menu screen on the television. His glasses laid discarded on the floor in front of the couch.
“You must be,” Logan murmured back. “You’ve been through a lot.”
“I do feel better.” Patton shifted, lifting his head to kiss Logan’s jaw. “I’m sorry I ruined the evening you planned.”
“You didn’t ruin anything.” Logan brushed his fingers up and down Patton’s back.
“Still.” Patton stretched. “I’ll make it up to you. I couldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.”
Logan smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You were the one keeping everything together. You deserve to let someone else take care of you for a while.”
Patton looked up at Logan; smiling, genuinely smiling, nothing hiding behind. “Okay.”
Patton settled back into Logan’s arms and closed his eyes. Logan took a deep breath and held him tighter.
As exhausted as he and Patton were, it would be poor judgement to fall asleep on the couch. They both needed rest, and the best place to do that would be their own beds in their own rooms. They would have a harder time staying asleep on the couch, and the chances they would wake up stiff and sore were far higher.
Logan forced himself to let it go. Patton wasn’t going anywhere, so neither would he.
Logan fought to stay awake until Patton’s breathing steadied, just in case Patton still needed him.
When he was sure Patton was sound asleep, Logan closed his eyes and let himself drift off, too.
It had been one hell of a week.
Logan would go through it all over again if it meant he would end up like this; asleep on the couch, Patton in his arms, entirely content.
Summary: Logan and Patton's journey from friends to lovers to marriage, assisted by the stories of the stars in the sky.
Based on the song Lucky Stars by Lucy Spraggan
Relationships: Logicality
Warnings: Mention of parents death
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On the ceiling in my bedroom
They would glow up in the dark
I had no idea that you and I were still light years apart
Well, stars don't look like that
At least they don't to me
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Logan remembered lying on his bed, looking up at the various glow in the dark stars he had stuck up on his ceiling. They were arranged in various constellations and when Logan felt stressed he would lay down and name all of them, the way his mother used to do when he was younger. He could remember all of the stories behind him, from Orion the Hunter to Draco the dragon. He would repeat them under his breath, the tale of the stars, the stories that were spun of these shapes in the sky, and he wouldn’t feel so alone. Logan didn’t need friends as long as he had the stars.
---
As I grew older
I noticed less and less
The darkest nights are when the sky can really look its best
And that's when I saw you
As bright as you could be
--
As Logan grew older he threw himself into his studies. He started to forget about the stars, about the stories and their comfort. A large part of that was his mother’s death. After she passed, the stars were no longer able to bring the comfort they used to. Instead, their stories brought pain and tears. He wanted to forget about the stars, about his mother, because the pain was so much that it felt impossible to deal with. That was until he met Patton.
--
I thank my lucky stars that I discovered you
Like the first man on the moon, but you came out the blue
I thank my lucky stars that you're so close to me
Like Venus and Mercury, from the darkness to the deep
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
--
Patton was a light in his life. Through his witty puns, which Logan pretended to hate but secretly loved, to his bright personality, he became Logan’s friend very quickly. Patton was always there whenever Logan seemed to need him most. His mother’s death didn’t seem as difficult to deal with when there was someone holding your hand as you cried, who gave you a cookie afterwards, who always tried to make you smile after the pain. Through Patton, Logan learned to love the stars again. He told Patton all of the stories his mother told him, of the stars and the universe, the facts and the discoveries. Soon the stars no longer hurt as much, for they reminded him of Patton as much as they did his mother, of late nights in the middle of a field with a telescope, looking at Mars through the lense with a smiling Patton beside him and him laying his head on his mother lap as she told him the tales of the stars.
--
Typical of me
I run before I walk
I'm on the moon without my suit, the world's worst astronaut
But I'll just float with you
In zero gravity
--
Falling in love with Patton seemed the most natural thing in the world. He could feel himself noticing the small dimples in Patton’s cheeks when he smiled, the small gap between his teeth, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed and the way his freckles made little constellations on his face. He loved the way he was so quick to make a pun, how he always seemed to know exactly what to say, and how he always had time to talk to everybody, even if was just to say hello. Logan loved the little things, how Patton gave little snorts when he laughed, how he gave the bracelet around his wrist a little twist whenever he was nervous, how he would fiddle with his hair or sometimes Logan’s when he was tired and how he give a little spin and jig when he was happy. For Logan, falling in love with Patton seemed as natural as the stars, and in his eyes Patton was a s beautiful as them.
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It's our adventure
It's only just begun
And you and I can find some time to orbit 'round the sun
And I am never scared
As long as you're with me
--
Logan could remember every last detail of their first kiss. There were butterflies leading up to it, then a confession that left them both blushing, and before he knew it Patton was kissing him and the whole world stood still. There was nothing else except the two of them, the feeling of Patton’s lips on his, the sweet smell of vanilla and the softness of Patton’s hair as Logan ran his fingers through it, and Logan never wanted it to end. When it did, Logan swore he had never seen a prettier sight, for Patton looked radiant in his eyes, his eyes sparkling, his lips rosy and slightly swollen and a deep blush decorating his freckled cheeks. Logan knew that Patton was the only person that mattered to him at that moment, and he would think that for the rest of his life.
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I thank my lucky stars that I discovered you
Like the first man on the moon, but you came out the blue
I thank my lucky stars that you're so close to me
Like Venus and Mercury, from the darkness to the deep
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
--
Logan and Patton moved in together shortly afterwards, and the next year was a whirlwind of delight. Logan swore there was nothing better than waking up every day and looking at the love of his life lying next to him, sleeping peacefully. He loved the small moments, coming home to find Patton dancing around the kitchen as he baked cookies, covered head to toes in flour, or finding the little notes of love that Patton left for Logan every morning before he went to work. But Logan’s favourite moments were the ones when they were lying in bed, looking at the stars on their bedroom ceiling and Logan telling Patton the stories of the stars. Just being able to hold Patton, to call him his boyfriend, to share these moments with him made Logan feel like the luckiest man on earth. Those moments made life worth living.
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Take my hand, prepare for take-off
Don't look down, prepare for take-off
Take my hand, prepare for take-off
Prepare for take-off
--
They were married a year later. It was a small ceremony with their closest friends and family, but it was that best day of Logan’s life. The moment Patton walked down the aisle, looking absolutely breathtaking in a light blue suit, Logan felt it was just the two of them. Being able to express his love for Patton in front of a small crowd of people, to take Patton as his husband, to be able to promise to the love of his life his devotion and support through sickness and health, it made Logan’s heart burst with happiness. The ceremony went by without a hitch, and Logan felt like the luckiest man alive to be dancing with his husband (Logan loved those words – his husband) to their favourite songs. He smiled so much it hurt, but he couldn’t stop, for Patton was the most handsome man alive in Logan’s opinion and his smile was so infectious.
Logan could hardly believe how incredibly lucky he was to be able to wake up day after day and see his husband lying next to him, to talk to Patton about his day over dinner, to be allowed to love and cherish this incredible man and to be loved and cherished back. Logan knew as he looked at Patton, that this was only the start of the many amazing years to come filled with love and happiness and that he would love Patton until the day he died.
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I thank my lucky stars that I discovered you
Like the first man on the moon, but you came out the blue
I thank my lucky stars that you're so close to me
Like Venus and Mercury, from the darkness to the deep
I thank my lucky stars that I discovered you
Like the first man on the moon, but you came out the blue
I thank my lucky stars that you're so close to me
Like Venus and Mercury, from the darkness, to the deep
I thank my lucky stars
I thank my lucky stars
I am currently writing a Logicality fic as part of a prompt from @shadycomputerduck
Will be uploaded in the next 2 weeks or so.
If anyone wants to be tagged, comment on this post saying so, please.
Here’s a little piece of the chapter.
Summary:
Logan’s having a conversation with Virgil, after he’s realised he’s in love with Patton, and he’s in panic.
(Transcriptions of the screenshots are included in the end)
Oblivious: A fragment
Virgil Class. He glanced at the name on the screen, reminding himself, once again, that he ought to delete the ‘class’, it had stayed there since first year of highschool, when they met. Virgil and him didn’t share a class anymore, it was completely unnecessary to maintain the clarification. Nevertheless, he’d grown fond of the contact name.
Just as he’d grown fond of Patton. Maybe enamoured even.
He’d rather not ponder on that for the reminder of the night, not if he wanted to have any hope of falling asleep.
Emotions were quite a ridiculous thing.
Transcription:
Logan: I need your expertise on a certain subject. I cannot yet disclose why. Mainly, because I require your reaction to be spontaneous and you have a tendency to overthink things. Please, bring Roman with you (provided that he’s available, of course), he may be able to contribute in ways we both can’t. Thank you.
Logan: Suggested schedules: Tomorrow 9:30 am tomorrow 10:00 am
Virgil: Okay
Virgil: You seriously need to stop texting me formal letters any time something’s up
Virgil: It’s unnerving
Virgil: Also, wtf
Virgil: Did someone die or something?
Virgil: Since when have you ever needed Roman’s point of view?
Logan: My apologies for the letter formatting, as you call it.
Logan: To be precise, it isn’t letter formatted. I merely wrote in a way that could convey all of the information as briefly and directly as possible.
Virgil: Dude
Virgil: Just, don’t write me long text at 2 30 in the morning
Virgil: texts*
Virgil: It makes me worry
Virgil: Btw
Virgil: What are YOU doing awake?
Logan: That is of no consequence, and hypocritical on your part, as you’re also awake.
Logan: Sorry if I worried you. Even though I told you not to overthink. I understand it isn’t something you can control.
Logan: Is this text length appropriate?
Virgil: Yeah, that’s good
Virgil: But you do realise not telling me what you wanna talk about makes me anxious, right?
Logan: I’d prefer to tell you in person, but, it is unrelated to you or our relationship. It pertains a personal matter of mine.
Logan: It isn’t something necessarily bad. It is for me. But I imagine it might make you glad.
Virgil: Okay
Virgil: Miss me with those cryptids
Virgil: But fine, I’ll trust you
Virgil: Why do you want Roman to come?
Virgil: Not that I’m complaining, but coming from you seems kinda weird
Logan: As I told you, I think he may be able to help. His fancifulness might finally be of some use.
Virgil: I won’t tell him you said that
Virgil: I think he’s free tomorrow morning
Virgil: Let me check if he’s asleep
Virgil: Yup, he is
Virgil: I said Tangled was garbage and he didn’t scream, just mumbled
Virgil: I’ll ask him tomorrow when he wakes up
Virgil: Be seeing you at 10
Virgil: The usual place?
Logan: Yes.
Logan: And, please, do try to get some rest. Sleeping is essential for your wellbeing.
Virgil: Screenshot - Logan - “That is of no consequence, and hypocritical on your part, as you’re also awake.”
Virgil: You’re the one to talk
Virgil: But, yeah, I will
Virgil: Follow your own advice, though
Logan: I’ll go to sleep momentarily.
Logan: Oh, and thank you for your support.
Logan: I hope I didn’t worsen your anxiety with the conversation.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: Logicality, can be seen as platonic or romantic
Words: 791
Summary: Thomas almost has a breakdown because Patton is a fragile little kitten, and Logan has to comfort his, as Roman is still trying to calm Virgil down. Also Janus is medium helpful. (I couldn’t find a way to include Remus in this, I’m sorry.
First Kiss and Huddling for Warmth with logicality
!!!!!
“We,” Logan groans, sliding his head into his hands in utter despair, “are screwed. And it is most entirely your fault.”
Patton winces from his cross-legged seat opposite the irritated man. “Aw, come on, Logan,” he wheedles, shivering despite himself. “It’s not that bad!”
Logan stares at him flatly. “We’re trapped,” he begins slowly, “in a freezing cave, twenty kilometres from civilization in any direction, with little water, minimal food, no way of keeping warm – and you think it’s not that bad?!”
Patton gives a soft laugh, and Logan is unable to tell why his neck, previously so cold, suddenly feels like it’s burning. “O’course it’s not bad,” the smaller man chirps, wiggling his shoulders teasingly. “You’re here with me, aren’tcha?”
Logan’s breath hitches, and he wills down the pink erupting in his cheeks. “Nope,” he says crossly, tugging on his tie in an attempt to distract himself, “no, nope, absolutely not, we are not having this happen right now, so stop being adorable.”
His friend rolls his eyes cheekily and starts to move, crossing the limited space between them at a crawl. “What in the name of Tesla are you doing?” Logan squeaks inelegantly, propelling himself backwards until his back hits the wall with a painful thump. Patton glances up at him, and oh, Logan really needs to wipe his brain immediately because the sight of that man bearing down on him should not be attractive under any circumstances – much less those at hand.
Patton, for his part, merely blinks, beginning to untie his hoodie from its perch on his shoulders. “Whadd’ya think, silly? I’m warming us up!”
Logan swallows hard, dismisses the multitude of mental images that just flooded his mind, stops to think with his actual brain for once, and promptly nods. “Body heat,” he says approvingly, shuffling his way towards the other as Patton meets him in the middle. “Nice one.”
Patton drapes his hoodie around the both of them like a blanket, then leans his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Thanks,” he murmurs, vibrations echoing through the soft fabric of Logan’s button-down. Logan furrows his eyebrows, frowning.
“You’re still cold?”
It’s not a question, but his friend treats it as one nonetheless. “What?” Patton splutters, lifting his gaze to meet Logan’s eyes. “Me? Cold? Nahhhhh.”
Logan scowls, crossing his arms. “You’re shivering,” he states flatly. “Come here.”
Patton blinks, then blushes as Logan begrudgingly wraps his arms around him, hoping to stem some iota of the cold perpetrating the man’s being. “I- uh,” Patton stammers awkwardly, looking away, “I’m sorry I got us into this mess. You’re right when you said it was my fault.”
Logan huffs haughtily. “Of course I was right. I’m always right.” Then, looking down at the figure in his arms, relents ever-so-slightly. “But perhaps I could have been more careful checking the weather forecast when we went looking for the amulet.”
Patton snickers into his shirt, and Logan gulps. “That was a little bit of an oversight, huh?”
“‘Oversight’? Since when do you know what that means?”
A shrug. “I know lotsa stuff, Lo! Like words, and how to work phones-”
“-That was one time!-”
“-And, and feelings ‘nd stuff.”
Logan scoffs. “You certainly can’t know that much about feelings,” he boasts primly, tugging on his tie. “After all, you don’t know mine.”
Patton chuckles, bright and low, and Logan thinks suddenly that perhaps he’s made a terrible mistake. He shifts in his spot until he’s facing Logan, all-too perceptive eyes peering at him through the cover of thick-rimmed lenses, and Logan flushes.
“I dunno, Lo,” Patton says, leaning forwards innocently until he’s practically in the taller man’s lap. His hand drifts across Logan’s shoulder, and Logan finds himself shivering for reasons rather separate from the cold. “Betcha I could make you feel something.”
Logan presses himself impossibly further back into the wall, barely daring to meet the other’s eyes. “Oh really?” he challenges, pouring all his efforts into keeping his voice steady. “And what might that be?”
Patton blinks, then leans in closer. “Hey Logan?” he asks, face very nearly touching the other but oh, not quite, not nearly close enough and yet much too near at the same time. “What do would you do if your ice house was falling apart?”
He could pick out, if he were so inclined, every eyelash on his face – even the lone, fallen one right below his eye, almost perfectly opposite the minuscule birthmark. He’s utterly stunning, Logan realizes, a marvel, sheer, unparalleled wonder in the most beautiful of harmonies – balanced, precise, as delicate as a scientific instrument and as capable as one as well. He could be all the stars in the sky, at that moment, and Logan wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, because both are equally radiant.
“What?” he murmurs softly, distantly aware of the strains of his own voice lilting through the air, even as a slow, gorgeous, charming grin spread on the other’s face.
“Well I dunno about you,” Patton says, “but igloo it back together.”
Then he winks.
Logan blinks, groans, then promptly pushes his friend off his lap in an unceremonious heap.
“Why are you like this?” he wails, smacking his hands to his forehead with reckless abandon. Patton laughs from his spot on the cave floor, a beautiful sound. “I told you I could make you feel an emotion, Lo. Never said it wouldn’t be annoyance.”
Logan stares at him. His shocked expression gradually melts into one of betrayal, then bewilderment, then gradual, grudging admiration. “I hate that I put up with you,” he mutters. Patton just grins. “Aww,” he teases, “you know you love me.”
A deep, resigned sigh. “God, unfortunately.”
Logan shivers, then, and Patton pounces on the motion. “Are you okay?” he asks, frantically gathering up his discarded hoodie and wrapping it around the both of them yet again. “Oh, shoot; did I make you cold or something?”
Logan rolls his eyes. “That is far from how thermodynamics work, Patton.”
A pause. Then,
“But yes, I am still… cold.”
Patton busies himself, bustling around in their makeshift little shelter, avoiding eye contact as he gathers his things for a moment of so. Then, in a small voice, he proposes, “I do have.. maybe one more idea. Of how we could warm up.”
Logan glances at him, intrigued. “Explain.”
His friend’s eyes dart to him. Look away. Look back. “It might be easier if I showed you. Just… tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
Logan furrows his brow, but leans back into the inviting arms of the cavern wall. “You have no less than the entirety of my trust,” he says honestly, “as ill-given as it may prove to be. And there’s- there’s very little that could take that trust away.”
Patton lets out a soft “Oh,” at that; “Oh, good.”
Then he’s leaning in, broadcasting his every move with the obviousness and surprisingly graceful elegance of a bull trotting its way through a delicate china shop, and oh, Logan thinks, oh.
Soft lips meet his. A gentle hand runs its way down his arm. A warm weight is in his space.
It promises so many things. It promises blazing heat, and fiery determination, and an old, solid, crackling glow much later on.
But those things are for after this moment.
In this moment, Logan is simply, strikingly, stunningly warm.
this ended up??? so much fluffier than i meant it to be??? oh my god i planned to actually write a kiss scene for this and that Did Not Happen but like. idk it’s kinda sweet so i’ll take it
