Warnings: Self-hatred, self harm. extreme cuddling, and fluffiness

Ship (if any): Platonic Analogical

Logan didn't like emotions. They were icky and gross and only ever got in his way, preventing him or Thomas from getting anything useful done. Logan avoided emotions as often as possible, but he was only human (or part of one, anyways), and there was a heart somewhere in that cold body of his and that's why he was curled up in his bed, the curtains drawn, a sobbing mess on top of his covers, clutching several papers in his hand.

Logan and Thomas had never worked so hard on an essay before. They had slaved over it for hours, kept awake by Anxiety and finally ushered to bed by Patton in the wee hours of the morning. Logic had made sure they did effective research, gathering everything they would have needed to complete such a daunting college task, and this was his repayment. A big, fat F, accompanied by criticizing words written in red ink that seemed to make the pages bleed in Logan's hands.

"I'm so stupid, I'm sorry Thomas, this is all my fault, I was too stupid," Logan mumbled to himself, a few tears gathering in his eyelashes as he started to tremble, his heart feeling as if it were being torn in two. He was supposed to be smart. It was his job to be smart. That was his only purpose, his only reason for existence, and he had failed.

"I'm sorry..." Logan whispered again. A dry smile graced his lips as he reached into the drawer of his nightstand, his fingers trembling as he pulled out a long, sharp safety pin. He needed this. He deserved this. Logan shivered as he started to scratch at his arm, scraping the skin away until a deep, red line was in his left wrist, just below the vein. Smiling softly as he carried out this punishment, Logan continued to make another line. And another. And another.

"Logan, come down for dinner before I drag you down there myself," Anxiety said from the other side of Logic's closed and bedroom door. Anxiety raised an eyebrow when he got no response and folded his arms across his chest, tapping his foot impatiently. "Logan, get out here or I'll break down the door!" Still no response. Growling, An grabbed the handle and started to push on the door, intending to break it down, but was surprised when the door began to open. That was funny... Logic always locked the door.

"Logic, come on, you need to come down for- Wait; why are you crying?" Anxiety snapped, looking down at Logan where he sat on the floor, his knees curled to his chest and his shoulders shaking as tears streamed down his face. Anxiety stared at the other trait with slight distaste before noticing that Logan wasn't breathing, his face was pale as a sheet, and for God's sake he was a whimpering, moaning mess on the floor!

"Hey, hey, calm down Logan. Breathe with me okay?" Anxiety said slowly, kneeling in front of Logan and looking him in the eye. "Logan, look at me. Breathe with me. In, out. In, out," Anxiety added. He hesitantly pulled Logic closer and pressed his against his chest so Logan could feel and hear his heart beat. Logan sobbed and tried to pull away put Anxiety held on fast.

"Breathe Logan, breathe. I'm right here, okay? You're alright," Anxiety said softly, doing his best to keep his voice quiet and from panicking himself. His top priority was Logan right now. Logic clung to the front of Anxiety's shirt, breathing heavily and moaning softly, the scratches and cuts he had been making on his arm starting to bleed and just making him panic more. Anxiety saw the cuts and his mouth twisted into a grimace.

"You are such an idiot," Anxiety choked out, burying his face in Logan's hair and taking in a shuddering breath. Logan whimpered but didn't try to pull away, finding a false sense of comfort and Anxiety held him in his arms. He buried his face in Anxiety's chest and let himself sob openly, his glasses pushing up into his face uncomfortably. Anxiety carded his fingers through Logan's hair and rocked a bit, closing his eyes and hoping the other aspect would calm down soon. He felt helpless.

"T-Thank you," Logic finally managed to choke out, relaxing slightly in Anxiety's arms and cuddling up closer to him. Anxiety exhaled deeply with relief and found himself smiling as Logan nuzzled into the crook of his neck, sighing softly as his breathing and heartbeat finally went a little back to normal. Anxiety gently traced the cuts on Logan's arms with a sad frown.

"Never again. If you ever feel like doing this, come straight to me," Anxiety said quietly, but firmly. Logan's eyes filled with shame and he nodded, bringing the soon to be scarred arm to his chest and looking up at Anxiety apologetically.

"Okay... I willl... Angel," Logan said, half jokingly. Anxiety's lips quirked slightly in amusement and he rolled his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Logan's head.

"What am I going to do with you, nerd?"