WARNING: Mention of blood

"One, two, witch's shoe, three, four, Green Man's door," Patton sang under his breath as he sketched, "five, six, dragon sticks, seven, eight, mermaid's fate, nine, ten, fairy glen, eleven, twelve, dancing elves."

"What's that you're singing?" Logan asked, looking up from flaking dried blood off his nails.

"Uh- it's nothing, Kiddo." Patton pushed his glasses up his nose. "Why?"

Logan shrugged. "I just... I recognised it, that's all." He looked back at his nails and scratched the last of the dried black goop off them.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Logan shook his head.

"Only when you bathe them in the water. And not anymore. All the wounds have healed up, as far as I can tell." Testingly, Logan dipped his hand in the water which came roughly up to his waist. He winced and pulled his hand out, watching the brine drip off the webbing in between his fingers. "No, still hurts."

Patton bit his lip, looking at Logan with worried and worryingly pretty eyes. What?

Did Logan just refer to Patton's eyes as 'pretty'?

Apparently, he did.

"Are you sure-"

"We've already been over this subject of conversation, Patton. I am not in need of any assisstance."

Patton held Logan's gaze through the glass for a few seconds before dropping his eyes. "Okay." He uttered.

Logan looked down at his hand. Why did he feel so... odd. He didn't really feel empty anymore. A small, cloudy pain had floated into his chest and landed somewhere. If what he recalled was correct, this feeling was... remorse, guilt. How strange. After years and years of not feeling anything, this human waltzed into his life and made him feel remorseful. Very strange.

Faintly, he heard Patton humming the tune to his little song as he ran his fingers over the marks he'd made in the metal.

"One, two, witch's shoe."

The bindings of his cage were deeper than he'd originally thought.

"Three, four, Green Man's door."

It would take a long time to even start making a dent in this metal.

"Five, six, dragon sticks."

Was Logan even up to that? If just a couple of broken nails and weeping sores hurt this much after a couple of weeks, was he even going to be able to muster enough courage to scratch through all the metal?

"Seven, eight, mermaid's fate."

And even then, what? Whatever next, Logan?"

"Nine, ten-"

Out of the corner of his mind, Logan realised Patton had stopped humming and looked up. The pirate in question was sitting. Just sitting. Wasn't doing anything else. Logan clapped a hand over his mouth. He hadn't even realised he'd been singing.

"Patton, I- I apologise. I often sing to myself when I think, I didn't even realise. I apologise." He said all in a rush as Patton shook himself out of the trance that came with hearing mermaid song.

"Hey, Kiddo, calm down. It's fine." He took a couple of seconds, shaking his head like a lost puppy. "You've got a good voice."

Logan shook his head, another feeling alighting in his chest. From what he remember, this was a feeling of gladness, relief.

"You needn't lie to make me feel better, Patton."

"What are you talking about, Kiddo? You've got a nice voice, I'm not lying."

Logan straightened his glasses. "Oh. Um, thank you. Just, Remus always said-"

Patton waved his hand. "Who cares what Remus said? Start believing more in yourself, Kiddo, rather than believing more in him."

I don't know whaaaaaaat the fuuuuuck is going on with this story so don't ask me.
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