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Logan lay silently on his bed, staring straight up at his ceiling, his fingers twitched with anticipation, and his body ached. And he didn't know why.

And not knowing what was the cause of his distress scared him, because he was logic and not knowing something defied...well him. Not knowing anything and not being able to fix the broken parts of himself really took a toll on his ego and self-esteem, which then only made sleep harder for him to grasp. He tossed and turned relentlessly and tried different sleeping positions, he recited the periodic table by word, atomic number, and mass.

Nothing seemed to work, and he ached all over, everything ached. He hugged himself and bit down on his lip to keep himself quiet just in case he were to lose it, he glanced over at his digital clock that rested by his bedside and read the time, 3:25, his eyes went wide and his breath hitched in his throat. No, this couldn't be happening, he thought as he turned away from the clock and focused on something else other than the passage of time and loss of precious hours of sleep.

He calmed himself down and pressed a hand against his chest, over his rapidly beating heart. “This isn't happening, the clock is wrong, or perhaps my tired mind has warped what I saw.” Even with all the what if scenarios jumbling around in his head, he didn't dare turn around to prove his points. He stayed with his back facing the clock, his arms still securely wrapped around himself, for that seemed to comfort him a tiny bit but seemed to make the ache within him worse.

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Logan broke from his trance after a long while, he had slipped into it after he tried to distract himself from the passage of time and lost himself in the now broken labyrinth that was his mind. A sliver of light beamed from the curtains across from him, the sun was rising jovially, and the sound of songbirds reached Logan's ears.

He lay there, thinking, processing.

It was the morning.

And he had not gotten even a wink of sleep.

He bolted upright and almost immediately felt lightheaded and nauseous, he groaned and curled in on himself, hugging his aching body.

It hurt, everything hurt. He hated it, he hated feeling—ugh ‘feelings’— he hated feeling pain and fear. When the spinning stopped he leaned against the dashboard of the bed and sighed heavily, he was a mess, both metaphorically and physically. His posture was hunched, dark bags rested under his bloodshot eyes, his skin was a sickly pale, and his hair that he usually took the time to keep tidy was now messy and unkempt.

He wasn't himself.

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Patton whined as he checked the clock once more, his leg bounced endlessly and he chewed nervously on his bottom lip as he sat restlessly at the table, the seat across from him was unusually empty and it was really starting to get to him. “Pat, you being nervous is making me nervous, I'm sure he's doing some weird nerdy stuff like he always does,” Virgil claimed from the end of the table, his cheek pressed against the palm of his hand and his elbow resting on the tabletop.

Roman nodded in agreement and offered an encouraging smile. “We all know that Logan is usually the one that's always busy, this is normal.” He stated and dug into his breakfast, Patton nodded glumly and idly glanced over at the clock every now and again, he sighed and solemnly picked at his food.

Logan never failed to arrive for breakfast, so him being late this time was odd and out of place. Something just didn't feel right. Patton had noticed that the day before Logan looked exhausted, of course, he had shrugged it off and blamed it on the long hard working day he had gone through, but it just didn't sit right with him.

He immediately stood up, startling the other two sides, and quietly excused himself before rushing upstairs towards Logan's room. The worry that ate away at his chest only seemed to spread as he stopped himself in front of Logan's room, his hand inches above the door, ready to knock. Yet he waited, for a sign, anything to let him know that Logan was okay and to prove that the Roman was right about him being para— consistently worried over something that shouldn't be worried about.

He chewed on his lip and fidgeted where he stood, switching from foot to foot while he strained his ears to pick up any noise.

Silence.

There was nothing but silence.

He braced himself and softly knocked on the door, “Logan? It's me, Patton. Uhm, it's almost 9 and breakfast is getting cold. It's not like you to be late for breakfast, is everything okay?” he called out apprehensively, his palms became so slick with sweat that he had to wipe them on his pants. He didn't receive an answer, maybe Logan was still asleep?

But that couldn't be right, Logan was always the first out of Roman and Virgil to wake up and arrive at breakfast early, and he never failed to do so.

So, with a breath, Patton nodded encouragingly to himself and opened the door knowing that he'd have to apologize to Logan if he disturbed him if he really was working on something. But that didn't seem to be the case, because when he walked in he was met with a startling sight of Logan on his bed, knees pulled to his chest and his face buried in his arms.

“Logan?” he spoke in a voice that held caution and assurance, a voice that gave a sense of security and a rich flow of warmth and care that would encase any man in distress and hold them prisoner. Logan lifted his gaze and swallowed the lump in his throat, Patton's face fell into one of despair and he immediately hurried over to Logan's side, he scanned him with wide eyes and brought a hand up to his temple.

In an instant the aching ceased and Logan was at peace, Patton's cool hand pressed against his fevered head was a touch that belonged to an angel and he never wanted that feeling to go away.

“Oh Logan, you have a fever, there's gotta be a reason why and how you got sick. What's wro—”

Logan wrapped his arms around Patton and pulled him close to his chest, burying his face in the crook of his neck. The fatherly aspect squeaked at the sudden action and stiffened in his arms, it was taking him a while to process everything that was happening at that moment, Logan was not a touchy feelsy type of person, so this was an absolute surprise for him.

Patton squirmed and shifted in the embrace, “Logi? Are you okay?” he asked curiously, Logan nodded and gave him a small squeeze. “I honestly don't know what has gotten into me, I'm...scared that I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't control myself, Patton, I can't control the aching; but with you in my arms, the ache goes away.” Logan's voice resembled to one of a broken and terrified man, Patton hated it because it didn't fit Logan at all.

The logical trait trembled in the embrace. “Patton, what if something is wrong with me? What if this effects Thomas? What if I hurt him?” his breath hitched in his throat, Patton cupped his face in his hands to stop him from rambling and forced him to look down at him. They both locked gazes, Logan gradually calmed down. “Nothing is wrong with you Logan, I think you're just touch starved.” He claimed with a slight nod, Logan furrowed his brows. “Touch starved?” he uttered.

Patton nodded, "I get touch starved from time to time too, it's not a disease, nothing is wrong with you, you are going to be okay.” He reassured and leaned up to press a kiss to his forehead, Logan sighed and leaned further into the comforting embrace. “I'm so tired...” He admitted weakly, allowing to bring down his protective walls and inviting Patton in.

The bubbly trait hummed softly and ran his fingers gently through his messy hair. “You can sleep now, I promise I'll be here when you wake up, I won't let you go.” He promised and settled into a lying down position, Logan still held him in his arms and Patton did the same. “Thank you Patton...I-uhm...I'm sorry for suddenly grabbing you like that. I wasn't in control of myself.” Logan stuttered out wearily, Patton giggled and pressed a kiss on the top of his head. “It's okay Logan, don't stress about it just go to sleep.” He urged and cradled his head, pressing it against his chest allowing Logan to hear his calm and steady heartbeat.

Logan shut his eyes, and in an instant the exhaustion he should have felt the night before suddenly toppled over him and before he knew it he was drifting off into a deep sleep, he curled closer into Patton's warmth and broke into soft snores.

The bubbly figment quietly giggled and played with Logan's hair as he himself slowly drifted off, yet he still kept his promise as he slightly tightened his hold on the sound asleep aspect murmuring words of praise and love.

That day Logan learned two new things about himself.

One, he could get touch starved.

And two, Patton was his cure.