Logic waited. He was good at that. Logan could be patient. Logic planned, and oh, he was great at that. Planning was his forte, planning was what he knew, planning was something Logan always excelled at. 

He planned when and where he would corner Prince, (Logic had observed Roman's routine for two days to gather data on when he was without Anxiety) (They were practically joined at the hip these days. It made his mission immensely more complicated.) He even planned what he would say.  But all was well. He knew what he was going to do. Now all that was left was to put his plan in action.

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Logic was waiting at the end of the hall, peering around the corner of the wall every so often, like a spy. He couldn't help it; as much as he denied it he really enjoyed getting into a role. A few minutes passed, but then Logan heard a door swish open and snick shut, and light footsteps pad along the carpet. Perfect. Prince was walking towards him, on his way to the front of the mind, probably to help Thomas decide what to wear today. Logan's plan was going accordingly. 

Excellent.

When Roman rounded the corner, Logic sprang. He grabbed the royal boy by the sash, taking him by surprise, and pulled him down a short corridor, then stood between Roman and a wall, preventing immediate escape.

 Once Prince had got over his initial shock and confusion and regained his bearings, he gave Logan a strange look.

"Logic? Why did you decide to ambush me?" He asked, wrinkling his nose in puzzlement. Logic sighed in relief.

"Finally! Prince, I've been meaning to talk to you."

"To me? Why to me? I mean, not that I didn't expect it, because come on, who doesn't want to talk to me? Only, why did you have to capture me in order to hold a conversation with me?" Prince questioned.

"Yes, to you. Because you always seem to have somebody associating with you and I feel the need to ask you whilst we are alone." Logic confirmed. Prince threw him a strange look.

"Okay... Well, I do have a loyal fan base, but I haven't noticed any following me around." He mused. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Anxiety. Anxiety is always with you." He explained dryly. Prince's eyes lit up and sparkled.

"Ah, yes! Yes, I can see how us being in each other's company so often could hinder you in trying to speak to me in private. So, Logan, what can I do for you?" Prince asked cheerfully straightening his sash and smoothing out the wrinkles. Logic looked at him side on.

"So, Roman, you're extremely knowledgeable and wise." He started out smoothly. This was but a tactic; flattery was extremely effective on Prince. And just like Logic had predicted, Prince's smile widened, and he lifted his head higher.

"Well, yes, I suppose I am."  He inspected his nails, looking at Logan through his hair. "Go on?" He urged quietly. Logic bit back a smile of victory.

* * * *

"And I suppose I am need of assistance, and who better to supply me with that than you?" Logic reasoned. Prince nodded in agreement. "So, I decided that you would be the best one to help me. If you help me with this, Roman, I could even call you... my hero." Prince looked elated; his entire expression lit up, his posture straightened, and he looked very regal and proud. Logan smirked to himself; he had known that just saying the word hero would make Roman give in.

"Well, yes, of course I could help you! Anything to protect the helpless." Prince smiled graciously. Logic stopped himself from insulting Prince, because he was most definitely not helpless. He regained control long enough to smile thinly. 

"Of course. So you'll help me?" He checked. Prince nodded eagerly. He felt his smile slide off his face, to be replaced by a deadly serious expression.

"Great. Then tell me what the heck is going on, if I'm sick, how it relates to Morality, and why Anxiety is trying to withhold all the above information from me." He demanded, voice low and dangerous. 

"Wait, what?" Roman looked bewildered, sweeping his already flawless hair back from his face.

"You heard me. Come on, Roman. You promised that you would tell me! It is very important and I know that you hold the information I require, so just tell me." Logic said exasperatedly. "You know you want to!" He said tauntingly. A myriad of emotions flickered over Prince's face in the next few seconds: worry, longing, excitement, indecision, and more. He finally decided on uncertainty. Logic sighed, this was taking longer than he had predicted.

"Well, I want to, but Anxiety warned you not to. But- but it is obviously meant to be! It's true! Perhaps you deserve to know. Or perhaps it is destiny for you to figure it out on your own? Or what if I am supposed to tell you? Or maybe just help you along the way. Hmm." Prince began to stare into space, pondering about something Logan still didn't know! He groaned.

"Prince. I believe that you should tell me, it would be beneficial to everyone in the Mind. And it would be a very heroic deed." Logic tried to sound convincing. It took a minute, but Prince was finally won over.

"You think?"

"I know." He confirmed. Prince brightened immediately, a grin breaking loose and his eyes mocha eyes twinkling in excitement. 

"Magnificent! I'll tell you a secret, I have been dying to tell you since I first found out." Prince shared. Logic rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Yes, great. So could you please, please, share with me the information about my affliction?" Prince nodded.

"Oh of course. It's simple! Of course, with you being as oblivious towards emotions as you are I didn't expect much else. However, it's time you learnt. You, Logan, are in-" Roman started to squeal something when they were rudely interrupted.

* * * * 

"Prince!" Anxiety yelled, skidding around the hallway corner at that exact moment. Logic's head jerked up - No! Prince was just about to tell him!

"Anxi! I am glad to see you. I was just about to inform Logic about how he l-"

"Princey shut your mouth!" Anxiety yelled, running closer to them. Roman looked lost and confused.

"But they're in l-" He began to say something wistfully, expression dreamy, but Anxiety cut him off.

"PRINCE I AM DEADLY SERIOUS RIGHT NOW DON'T YOU DARE TELL LOGIC!" He bellowed, racing towards them.

"BUT IT'S LO-" Anxiety jumped at Prince and kissed him urgently, effectively stopping Roman from yelling something in retaliation. Logan frowned and inched away. But he was still seething at the fact that he had been so close to finding out what was happening to him! Prince and Anxiety broke away after a moment and Prince blinked heavily.

"Um. Okay, uh, thanks, but I just wanted to tel-" Anxiety looped an arm around Prince's neck and kissed him, silencing him once again. Logic sighed and rolled his eyes, taking another step back. When they broke apart Roman looked dazed.

"But please, it's lo-" Another kiss. It took a moment but Anxiety pulled back again.

"Roman. Shut. Up." He grumbled. Prince nodded.

"Okay. I'll shut up now. So... so no telling Logan?" He asked softly. Anxiety nodded and patted his boyfriend's cheek.

"You got it! Well done, you're learning." He smirked condescendingly, but gave Prince another quick kiss before disentangling himself and waltzing away confidently. And in that moment Logic knew his plan had foiled. Prince's biggest weakness, one that overpowered being called a hero, was love. 

Ugh.

* * * *

Logic scowled angrily at the floor for a split second as Anxiety walked back down the hall, before sighing in defeat and looking up at Roman again. He was surprised at what he saw.

Instead of the usual expression, the proud, condescending, arrogant, confident expression, Prince looked dazed.

He was gazing at Anxiety as he turned the corner, eyes wide and shining, a small smile lingering on his lips, expression open. He reminded Logan of a loving, dopey, loyal puppy. It was peculiar, an expression Logic had never seen on the usually vain boy, in this moment all he could see was adoration for Anxiety. He scoffed and turned away.

"Urgh. Love, emotions. If it makes me look like that, then I never want to experience them." He sneered. Prince merely blinked, turned to look softly at Logan, and let a complacent smile curve his lips.

"Oh, you really do have no idea." The royal boy uttered softly.

What was that supposed to mean?

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Writing schedules are hard to stick to, but I'm trying. This chapter felt kind of weird to write, but I'm not sure why. It just wasn't flowing like it usually does for me and it feels kinda short and stilted in my opinion, but I hoped you all enjoyed it! Love you all, you awesome human beings and aliens!

(I've been on an alien rave lately. Love the idea of them.)