A few days had passed since the Movie Night Incident, as Logic was now referring to it in his mind. Morality was acting like normal, like nothing had happened, and so Logic tried to act like that as well. But it was hard to do that, now that when every time he saw Dad he got a peculiar tickling sensation in his stomach, and whenever Dad stopped for a conversation Logan's mood improved dramatically, and now that with every silly joke that Morality told Logic he couldn't help but smile (faintly,) and that whenever Dad touched him Logic heated up and blushed. And that he found himself staring into thin air sometimes, thinking about Morality. And how sometimes all he wanted to do was hang out with Dad, whilst previously that would have been the last thing on his to-do list. But the worst part was? Logic didn't even know why any of this was happening. 

* * *

Logic had come to the conclusion that he must be sick; after all, he'd never experienced anything like this before. And somehow the illness was linked to Dad. But there had to be a cure a way to make all these unfamiliar feelings go away, and since it all came back to Morality, maybe he knew what was going on and how to make it stop. And so, one day Logan made up his mind to go find Dad and ask him what was happening.

* * *

Soon enough Logic was rapping on the light coloured, wooden door that was the entrance to Morality's room. A moment later the door was swung open, and Logic was met with a cheery, (aesthetically pleasing) (what?) (did he just think Dad was attractive?) (well, they did have the same face, and Logic was handsome. That must have been the reason) face, complete with crooked glasses, messy hair, the familiar blue top and grey cardigan wrapped around the shoulders (which was just plain impractical, why did he not just tie it around his waist?) and a bright white smile that grew in size when it saw Logic.

"Logan! Good to see you! Would you like to come in? I'm so glad you could make it! Why are you here?" Dad asked exuberantly. Logic wrinkled his nose.

"You kind of just contradicted yourself." He stated. Dad smiled blankly at him and Logic sighed, exasperated. Seriously, the tickly feeling that formed in his abdomen when Morality opened the door was growing irritating. It made him almost nervous.

"So... whatcha doing here, bud? Did you wanna hang out or something?" Dad asked. Logic cleared his throat.

"Actually, I came here because I have some questions, and some reasons to believe that you may have knowledge of the answers." Logic nodded to himself. Morality looked surprised, then delighted.

"You... you came to me? Because you didn't know the answer to something for once? Wow! That's... uh... pun-believable!" Logan threw him an unimpressed look and Dad sagged. "Yeah, not my best. Come on in, Logan, I'll see if I know what you're talking about."

* * *

Logic walked into the room and immediately made for the bed. He'd hung out with Dad long enough to be comfortable around him and in his room. It was a simple room, with average furniture, an soft bed and a blue/white/grey colour scheme. It could have been your average bedroom out of a magazine if not for the numerous photos in frames littering the walls and desks, the occasional blanket or pillow stream across the ground (usually in front of the TV,) and the various odd knickknacks Morality had collected over time and stored here, and the fact that everything was just a little bit messy.

Dad made his way over and say in the bed facing Logan, legs crossed and face composed and contemplative.

"Now, Logan, what appears to be the problem?" Morality asked in a professional voice. He really did enjoy his acting. Deciding to ignore Dad's faux professional attitude right now, Logic just went right on to tell him the symptoms he was experiencing.

"Alright, well first of all, I'm experiencing this weird... feeling in my abdomen sometimes." Logic started. Dad looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"Is it a pain?" He questioned.

"Not... exactly. More like a... tickling, fluttery feeling." Logan tried to explain. Morality wrinkled his nose in thought. It was almost cu- what? Logic shook the thought away, and looked back to Dad. Seriously, the fluttery stomach feeling was incredibly uncomfortable and irritating, he wished it would just go away.

"So... kind of like butterflies?" Dad finally asked. Logic pulled a confused face.

"What? No. This is a sensation, Morality. Butterflies are insects in the macrol-" Logan started to try and explain the differences and compare them, but Dad cut him off before he could get too into the subject.

"It's a figure of speech, Logan. It's a feeling in your tummy, it feels all fluttery and tickly. Like butterflies flapping their wings." Dad explained. Logic mulled that over for a moment.

"Huh. Well, that kind of sounds like it. The feeling could be, uh, butterflies. But what does it mean?" He asked. Morality cleared his throat, eager to try to teach the other characteristic something for once.

"Well, there could be many reasons for it. Nervousness, perhaps. Excitement maybe. Do you have anything you might be nervous or excited about?" He asked. Logic thought for a couple of minutes but shook his head.

"No. Nothing has changed in my life recently, at least that I am aware of. I don't think I have anything to be nervous or excited about." He stated. Dad nodded. 

"Okay, interesting. Well, I don't know. Is anything else happening?" Logic nodded, though his hopes were dulled slightly. Dad didn't know? Who else was he supposed to ask? Perhaps Morality just didn't have enough facts, or information, or data to get to the correct conclusion.

"Yes. I'm also, um, flustered sometimes? It's like I can't think straight for a moment, almost like I don't know how to act. And certain things aren't annoying me anymore, it's like I can't even feel anger or irritation towards the person anymore. It's confusing me; I've never felt anything like it before. Oh- and I'm always happy when they notice me, which is a change. And I'm finding I blush easier now, too. Sometimes I space out, and don't notice for a while, which never used to happen. Am I sick, Morality? What is wrong with me?" Logic asked a little desperately. Dad's eyes were wide, and he shuffled back to flop against the pillows for a moment. Logan watched on anxiously as Dad hummed thoughtfully to himself for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly he sat up again, and Logic could see the glowing light bulb go off above Dad's head as he got an idea.

Literally. He could see it.

"Logan! I think I know what it is, but I just... I need to check something." Dad shuffled closer, face excited and eager, brown eyes shining and a mischievous grin threatening to overcome his face. Morality rested his chin in his hands and scooted closer until his knees were touching Logic's own, leaning in confidentially like they were telling a secret.

"Oh my- I can't believe this. So, Logic, who do you like?!?" Morality basically squealed. 

* * *

Logan was... extremely confused. "Who do I like? What does the mean, Morality? Like... hm, I suppose I can tolerate everyone in the Mind's existence, with a mild degree of affection, which supposedly would mean I like all of you, correct?" Logic questioned. Morality opened his mouth, paused, then shook his head.

"Okay, never mind. Lemme rephrase that. Um... ok, so what do all these feelings have in common? It should probably be a person. Who are they all connected with?" He asked. Well, that was simple, Logan thought. Dad should have just asked that in the first time.

"Oh, easy. You." He said simply, only to watch Dad freeze up. 

Logic watched in confusion and Morality stared at him in what looked like shock and disbelief. His lips were parted, his honey eyes wide, surprise carved into every feature. Logan blinked.

"Should I not have said that?" He asked, not understanding why Dad was acting like that. Had he accidentally said something offensive? Thankfully Dad seemed to more or less snap himself out of it.

"Uh, no, it's fine..." He murmured softly. Logic nodded, satisfied with the distant answer.

"Okay. So, what's the diagnosis? Am I sick? Can it be cured? What's going on?" He asked, eager for a final answer. Only for Dad to continue more or less looking distant and slowly standing up.

"Uh, well, yeah, I'll get back to you on that Logic, just gotta.. consult my right hand man, uh, talk to you alter, bye, have a good day, night, uh bye." Dad stuttered, and before Logic could protest he had been pushed out of the room, and the door was being shut firmly behind him. Logan's lips moved wordlessly in confusion, what the heck? Why was Dad acting like this now? Gosh, everything was so confusing these days! Letting out an impatient huff, Logic turned on his heel and began to stride off down the hallway towards his room, when a muffled scream made him pause. 

"-Ince! Can you... me! I... what the... understand... believe it... explain to him! I don't... I do?" Only muffled snippets of a conversation drifted through the hall, with random screeching noises from what seemed like two different sources randomly interrupting. Logan decided to just leave and try to puzzle his problem out on his own; but if Morality, literally the know all of emotions couldn't help him, then what chance did Logic have? 

* * *

It was only a small while later, while he was lying in bed staring blankly at a Sudoku book that Anxiety knocked on his door.