Logicality
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Logan flipped the pages of his book, laying on the couch. The TV was on low volume, just to provide background noise so Logan doesn't feel as lonely as he usually does.

Everyone was asleep he assumed. It was 4? 5 in the morning? You may question who in the world would read at 5 am? In his defence, if you aren't tired (or feel bad which he does..but who am I to point fingers.) you too would be reading.

In Virgil's words, 5 a.m is when you should be asleep. Not quoting him exactly, you can't exactly think straight when you haven't had decent sleep in such a long time..

This is a cry for help so help.

Steps echoed in the hall, making Logan whip his head up. His eyes trying to make out whatever was in the shadows. It could be Virgil, sometimes he comes into the kitchen to get some water. But he doesn't make a lot of noise, he just, kind of...appears.

This person was very noisy, everytime thr floor creaked a soft whisper came from the darkness. Someone would say they would recognize a person through their voice. Kind of hard when they all share the same voice. The only difference are their tones and use of grammar.

"Logan? What are you doing up this late?" Logan could barely make out the figure in the doorway, but he could immediately tell it was Patton. His voice was always loud and energetic, but this time it was soft and quiet. It matched the soothing atmosphere perfectly.

Virgil would approve.

"Reading" Logan stated in a matter of fact way. His monotone voice deprived of any emotion. Being tired does that, makes you as hard as rock. But after time, rocks are weathered down. The stone surface crumbling, washing away to somewhere new.

A great metaphor for emotions, good job Logan. Even though you have no clue what it feels like.

"This late? Shouldn't you be in bed?" He saw Patton's shadow shift, his head tilting a bit to the left. The side of his face being the only part of him he saw.

"Well, yes, I just do not feel like it." Logan adjusted his glasses, sitting up a bit from his spot on the couch. Patton couldn't see his facial expression, if he did, well, he wouldn't see a very pleasant appearance.

To put it nicely, Logan looked like Virgil just worse. Not that Virgil's appearance is bad. Just more messy hair and darker bags under the eyes. Real ones, not eyeshadow.

"Are you feeling okay? Sick?" Patton stepped closer, the floorboard creaking under him. Logan could see a worried smile crawl up the parental figures face. His eyes filling with sympathy and worry.

"I feel fine, thank you, Patton. I am not sick, I just do not feel tired." Once the sentence finished, a long yawn escaped him. The action contradicting what he had just said, of course.

"Not tired, huh? I don't believe it" Patton stepped into the light, a small chuckle slipping him. The laugh ended once he caught sight of the logical persona.

"Oh my god! Logan you look terrible!"

And he feels terrible, thank you.

"Gee, thanks" Logan rolled his eyes fondly, playing with the books pages. The paper, as fate would have it, cut his finger. The sting making Logan hiss.

Patton sat down on the couch next to him, grabbing the book from his hands, "Logan did you sleep last night?"

He shook his head.

"The night before?"

"He shook his head, again.

"What about this whole week?"

Logan looked away, shaking his head. Had it really been that long? Probably longer.

"Logan! Why haven't you slept!"

Logan shrugged, "I don't know, why aren't you sleeping?"

"I usually wake up around this time to ensure everyone is alright. Usually, you are in your room at this time, but you weren't. I panicked and searched everywhere for you until I came here."

"Well you found me! Now go back to bed" Logan reached for his book only for it to be pulled from his reach.

"I should be saying that. Come on let's get you into bed."

"I'd rather not, you see, I prefer reading thank you." He once again reached for the book. Missing of course.

"Logan. Sleeping is important. You need to be well rested if you want to get any work done."

"Correction, I need to get work done. Without me, Thomas wouldn't be able to function at all. He needs Logic, he needs me, so I will be there with or without sleep. And this time, without."

Logan swiped (Dora came to mind, kill me. Is that still a show? Idk) the book from Patton. He flipped back to his page, continuing reading.

Patton frowned, fixing his glasses. An idea popped into his mind, a wide smile painting his features.

He moved closer to Logan, their bodies touching.

Logan shifted, unknowingly leaning into the sudden warmth next to him.

Patton proceeded to wrap his hands around Logan's waist. He hid his face in the crook of Logan's neck, slightly blowing on his neck. Logan shivered, eyeing the older side questionably.

"What are you doing?" Logan placed the book down, his eyebrows creased in confusion.

"I'm keeping you company" Patton spoke into his neck, sending vibrations through Logan.

"I want to be alone-"

"No one wants to be alone. I'm staying with you until you you fall asleep."

"I'm not going to go to sleep-"

"Logan." Instead of the lighthearted, childish tone it was replaced with a serious and demanding one.

Logan immediately shut his mouth, leaning back into Patton. A sudden blanket of sleepiness covered him. Before, sleep took him away, a pair of lips planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Goodnight, Logan. I-"

He didn't hear the rest as he succumbed to sleep.