It was a few days later when Logan could manage to get back to the mystery room with a dustpan and broom. It had gained him confused glances from the other sides but he didn't let it bother him. The logical side had no emotion after all. At least, that's what he told himself.
What he didn't count on, was a curious, creative side to follow him. Or the loud bang caused by said side bursting into the room.
"LOGAN!"
"What is it, Remus?"
"What'cha doing?"
Logan huffs and turns around to face him," just cleaning, why?"
"Oh you know," Remus was lying on his back on the bed and examining his poison green nails," I was bored. How long has this room been here?"
"A while, judging by the amount of dust in the room." He sneezes as some snows down from the ceiling light. Remus giggles and rolls off," can I help?"
"You," Logan gawks," want to clean?"
"Yeah! Maybe I'll find some of her remains!"
Logan groans and turns back around, choosing to ignore Remus' unsettling comment.
It was a few minutes of dusting before he was interrupted again.
"LoLo, look at this!"
"Remus, for the last time, my name is Loga- what is that?" He cut himself off at the sight of Remus holding a book, a journal he assumed.
"I don't know, do you think she wrote about dirty thoughts in here?"
"Remus!"
"Just a thought!" He pouts and holds the book to his chest
"Let me see it."
"No, you're being mean!"
"Remus..." Logan steps closer with a warning tone.
The two narrow their eyes at each other and glare as Logan sneakily snatched the book away.
"Hey! No fair, butthole!" Remus pouts and crosses his arms. His companion pointedly ignores him and turns back to examine the journal. It was a pretty blue color, like a mix of Patton's and his own colors. The word courage was pressed in as holes and filled with gold paint. 

'Curious' he thought as he opened it,' that someone lived here but no one remembers them..'

The handwriting was strange, like a mix between cursive and print. It was small so there was a lot to read. Lucky that Logan liked to read before bedtime. Unlucky that Remus would probably join him so Logan would read to him. 

The aforementioned side tosses himself over Logan's shoulders," what's it say? Any dirty thoughts?" 

"Remus! No, it doesn't. Seems to be a journal that depicts occurrences in their life such as kids reaching certain steppingstones in their lives. I can see Sense saying his first word and a fight between Tricks and Standards. Strange, I don't see any of our names anywhere. Are these past sides that faded out before we came along?" 

Remus shrugs and tugs on Logan's tie," don't know, LoLo. How about we examine the journal tonight before playtime?" 

"Remus, if you're suggesting we have se-"

"C'mon, LoLo, you know you wanna~" he tugs harder and grins when Logan's face heats up.

"I don't want to indulge in anything of the sort. Now get off of me."

Remus pouts and smirks as he slowly works one hand down Logan's side and grins when he feels him shiver," c'mon, baby boy~ Patton made lunch for everyone and you'll need your energy later." 

He removes himself from his prey and saunters out, knowing fully well that he'll be seeing him tonight before he went to bed. 

True enough, Patton had made macaroni and cheese with hotdogs for everyone and was now mixing some butter and sugar together for cookies. Virgil was sitting on the countertop 'helping' him by 'selecting' only the best chocolate chips, aka eating them when Patton wasn't looking. He had his headphones in blasting P!ATD Mona Lisa and a small smile resting on his face. Patton hummed along and kept whisking in the eggs and flour, giggling when the oven sang that it was ready. 

Virgil helps put the cookies in and lets Patton pull him to the couch for a few minutes of Minecraft in Creative mode where they try to build the best, and cutest, houses. Virgil was going for a castle and medieval theme and Patton was building a little cottage with a flower garden. They hum along to a cheesy love song playing on the radio and laugh when one of Virgil slingshots a creeper towards Patton's previously abandoned attempt. 

"BOOM!" He adds his own sound effects when the creeper explodes, causing the smoke and a hole to appear where the cottage once stood. He has a wide grin on his face as he accidentally hits Patton, skewing his glasses. 

"Ow!"

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, Pat! Are you okay?!" he immediately turns to check on him to see a pink mark on his cheek," oh god, I hit you. Oh god, I HIT YOU!" he panics and reaches out to him before retracting his hands. Virgil visibly winces when Patton looks at him and flinches as the other takes his hands. 

"Virgil... you know I'm not mad, right? That it was an accident?"

He nods after a moment and looks up at him, uncertainty staring up at his father figure. Patton shifts and pulls him into a hug, which Virgil immediately fell into with soft whimpers and sniffles.

"Oh, Shadowling... I know it wasn't easy living with Deceit and Remus, but it's different here. We negotiate, not punish. I know it was an accident, and I'm not mad, just a little upset." 

Virgil's head whips up at the last bit. 

"At the pain, Shadowling. It stings a little." Patton smiles and chuckles at his immediate reaction but couldn't ignore the underlying concern for his adopted kiddo. He's been getting better over the past couple months, but it's worrying that his trauma was still showing up. Maybe Emile's therapy sessions weren't working after all... 

He pulls back just a bit," Do you want to go talk to Dr. Picani tomorrow? Maybe he found a new relaxation method." 

Patton could feel his shoulders relax when Virgil nodded and snuggled back into his arms just as the oven went off for the cookies. He pushes him away and chuckles as Virgil latched on with a pleading whine," The cookies, shadows." 

"Fuck the cookies." 

"Virgil! Language!" 

"The cookies may fuck themselves. I demand cuddles."