A/N: I have a head-canon that Logan is actually the lean/buff side because Logic is constantly working, and knows exactly what to eat and how much exercise to do to stay healthy, and is actually built in a natural way. So I decided to write something about how the other sides react to finding out about it.

The drawing of Logan belongs to me though so please don't repost.

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It was an average day for the Sides... until it wasn't. Patton was downstairs making breakfast while Roman quoted a monologue to Virgil, who sat at on the kitchen table playing on his phone.

"Hey kiddos! Breakfast is ready!" Patton called, pulling the pan of now scrambled eggs of the stove top.

"Ah, Gracias Patton! What would we do without you Padre?" Roman smiled, stopping his monologue to sit down in a chair. Virgil remained seated on the table and Patton brought out plates.

"Probably eat instant ramen noodles and end up with liver failure or something." Virgil commented from under his hood.

"No hoods at the table kiddo! It's socialization time!" Patton beamed cheerfully and put the plates on the table.

"Uuuugh." Virgil groaned, and glancing around, noticed the lack of one side. "Speaking of, where's Logan? He's normally the first one down, what with his schedules and all."

Patton and Roman took a look around the dining room, and over into the living room, but caught no sight of the logical side. "Huh, you're right. Microsoft nerd is off schedule, that's odd." Roman commented, pursing his lips. Anxiety tried not to let his eyes wander to the small movement and shook his head.

"I'll go get teach."

"You sure? I can do it if you're hungry." Patton questioned, tilting his head at Virgil.

"It's fine Pat. You're probably starving after staring at it for so long. Lo and I will be back down in a minute." Virgil nodded and set off to the stairs as Patton took a seat behind him.

Heading up the stairs, Virgil became aware of soft classical music playing loudly from Logan's room. Growing concerned, he knocked quickly on Logan's door, hesitantly calling out. "Lo? Hey teach, breakfast is ready." Getting no response, Virgil tried again. "Patton's waiting downstairs for us y'know?... Lo?"

Virgil's worry got the best of him and knocking softly, opened the door. "Lo?" What he saw though, stopped him in his tracks as his mind worked overdrive to figure out what he was seeing. Speechless he stood in the doorway, too frozen to say anything.

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"It's been like, an hour since Virgil left to get calculator watch. Shouldn't they be back by now?" Roman sulked, poking at his eggs.

"It's been exactly one minute Roman." Patton giggled, setting down his fork. "But we can check on them if you want?"

Roman wasted no time in pushing his chair back and leading Patton by the hand to the stairs. "Off we go then Padre! Let's bring those damsels back downstairs!" 

Patton giggled again and let himself be dragged off by Roman's antics. When the reached the top of the stairs however, Patton and Roman became serious upon seeing Virgil standing frozen in Logan's doorway, eyes wide and mouth agape. Roman rushed over and put his hand on Virgil's shoulder, music playing slightly louder now since the door was open. 

"Virge? What's wrong?" Roman asked, prompting Patton to call out as well. 

"Kiddo?" He asked. And raising a hand, eyes never wavering, Virgil pointed to Logan's room.

Turning to look, Roman's jaw dropped as his eyes bulged and Patton's knees immediately weakened. Because there was Logan, fresh out of the shower. Now, they all looked the same so it was just assumed that they would be the same. But there was Logan. Water dripping down his hair after his shower, swaying slightly to some classical music in his radio, loud enough not to hear the other Sides' entry.

And muscles. Defined muscles. Not the kind of muscles you'd see on a body builder, no. Muscles with purpose. Muscles built from doing activities that in turn build up necessary muscles. The good kind. Patton thought, eyes following a drop as it curved down Logan's spine and into his waistband of the pants he had on. Patton's eyes immediately snapped up, face flushing with embarrassment.

It wasn't until two seconds later that Logan turned around, glasses tucked into his belt, and preoccupied with finding a shirt that they saw his front.

"Holy shit he's got abs." Roman whispered to himself in shock and jealousy.

Patton's gaze once again found itself wandering from the stunning chestnut that was Logan's eyes, to the defined torso, the subtle curve of his hips, and the smooth crevices in his stomach that showed the outline of his abs. He blinked several times, afraid it would clear all this away to be a dream, but no. Logan was still there, humming along to Beethoven and Patton's heart melted. Fire filled his lungs and chest and he struggled to breathe with this overwhelming sense of passion.

"Beautiful." Patton breathed, because that what he was. Gorgeous, stunning.

"He's fucking ripped what the fuck." Virgil commented, brows furrowing in confusion.

Normally Patton would have told him to watch his language but he was a bit short of words himself at the moment. Logan squinted at the floor, and turned off the radio, quickly putting on his glasses and looking at the doorway.

Immediately, three heads were trying to find a direction to look at that wasn't him. They kept glancing back though so it wasn't working.

"Um, what are you guys doing?" He asked, rubbing a hand through his hair to slick it back. He went to adjust his tie but immediately his eyes widened. He swallowed hard and the pieces of the puzzle fit into place.

"We were just gonna abs you- I mean ask you, if you were gonna come down for breakfast." Roman slipped, covering his mouth with his hand.

Logan blinked once. Twice. Then immediately his face blossomed into a cherry red, arms flailing in front of him. "Ah-I-Um, you see-It's just that-well-Since i'm Logic-I-Well-" Logan stuttered, covering his face with his hands as his ears turned red too. He quickly grabbed his shirt from off the bed and Patton pretended not to notice the way his back and arm muscles rippled when he did. "Well-I-You see-" Logan cleared his throat, still desperately trying to explain away his embarrassment. "Being Logic that is-It's-I'm constantly working-and-well-I-Um-"

Virgil pressed his lips together and raised a hand to stop Logan's blabbering. "I'm gonna go downstairs. And so are these two idiots. Then you can speak. Once you're... Well, fully clothed."

Logan ducked his head and pulled his shirt closed, nodding.

"Cool. Come on Pat, Ro." Virgil grabbed the both of them by their sleeves and led them downstairs back to the table.

Roman stared at the floor, squinting. "Abs.... Why does he have abs and I don't? I'm a prince!" he cried, indignant.

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Once Logan was back in his normal attire, he headed downstairs to face the inevitable onslaught of questions. He sat down next to Patton, and across from Virgil, who was sitting next to Roman. Roman had his hands folded into a steeple, a concentrated frown on his face. Logan fought down the blush when Patton's gaze wandered to his arms.

"So teach? You back to functioning at maximum capacity?" Virgil asked, waving a hand at Logan's face.

Logan looked down, adjusting his glasses. "Yes. Thank you Virgil. My previous actions were not in the most eloquent of taste. I apologize."

"S'all good." He replied.

Roman raised his hand. Logan raised an eyebrow. "Yes Roman?"

"Ok, so. How? Why? When?" Roman steepled his hands over his mouth again, elbows resting on the table.

"Well, as I am Logic, I am constantly working, from the moment Thomas wakes up to the moment he sleeps. A schedule which I made-" Logan began but was interrupted.

"Yeah schedule- that's great and all, but how did you get abs?" Roman gestured wildly to his midsection before continuing. "Before me?"

Logan pressed his lips into a thin line, feeling a blush rising on the back of his neck and ears. "Ah, well- As Logic, I have an extensive knowledge on the proper foods to eat, and beverages to drink, in order to remain healthy. I also retain information on how much exercise to get each night in order to remain... fit. Which muscles are needed most for work of Thomas' talents, and develop them, in order to gain more firsthand experience as to how Thomas can operate at his best in these activities."

"Basically Roman, he does more physical work than you." Virgil smirked. "Don't feel bad though, you're a prince, I'm sure you could summon up a fake set to parade around in."

Roman gasped. "The audacity! I don't need any 'fake abs'-" He motioned with his fingers. "To make myself a prince!"

Virgil nodded, smirk curling further upwards, causing roman to frown as he hummed. "Uh-huh, sure thing Princey."

Roman growled, and Logan relaxed as the attention was turned off of him, only to stiffen when Patton called his name. "Lo?" He turned around, fighting down the fluttering feeling in his chest and the heat on his cheeks.

"Yes Patton?" He replied.

"Can I?" Patton gestured to Logan's arm with his hand and Logan's eyes widened.

His voice wavering, he covered his mouth with his hand, hoping it would hide the red. "Of-Of course."

Patton smiled and ran a finger along Logan's arm, feeling the overall lean-ness of his build. he ran his finger all the way down to his hand, where he saw an ink stain on his index finger, and smiled to himself, picturing Logan in his room late at night working on another thing to help keep Thomas in full function.

His heart warmed once again and he slipped his hand into Logan's which was resting on the table. Logan tensed under his touch, but turning away his face from Patton's view, returned the soft grip.

Patton grinned, watching the blush rise up Logan's ears. Beautiful.