Logan had thought of a number of things that morning. It's been four days since he last saw Patton and Damien. Obviously, he's worried for both of them, but he also knew that they would need time for now. So, he limited his attempts to contact either of them. He'd thought about contacting Damien two days ago, but he decided against it. In the hospital, he remembered, the twins were only willing into interact with each other. Neither of them responded positively to anyone else.

Thinking logically, he knew that the twins would most likely be alright. However, the illogical part of him couldn't help but overthink. It took a whole day for Patton to reply to his text message a few days ago. After that, he was glad that he didn't try to talk to Damien seeing that there was a big chance his attempt would be ignored without a reply. The phone call from Remy didn't help his worries either. The younger had called him with a slight concern in his voice, which in Logan's opinion didn't suit him at all.

Before another thought formed in his mind, his phone came to life with its unwelcomed cacophonous ring. He slid his wheeled desk chair across his room to his bedside table, taking the phone into his hand. 'Remy?'

"Hello, Remy. Anything I can help you with?" Logan said, getting straight to the point. He never liked small talks—it always gets awkward.

"So, sestra, I was wondering if we should..." Remy trailed off, as though waiting for something to happen.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah it's fine,"  Remy sighed."Y'think we should do something about Patton and Damien?"

Should they? Logan had entertained that thought earlier that morning, yet another part him knew that wasn't something the twins would appreciate. They needed their time alone. They needed their space for now. Though of course, it might be easier for them to cope with their loss if they had someone to talk to other than each other. He was partially glad that they had each other. Still, the question lingered in his mind.

"I'm not quite sure, Remy." He paused, thinking further. "Maybe we should give them space. And even if we do actually do something to... help them, what do you propose we do?"

"We could visit them..."  The swiftness of Remy's answer told Logan that he'd been thinking about this. "Or we could maybe try to talk to them again—though I don't think that works, hun..."

"I do not think it is wise for us to come to their place uninvited. It is apparent that they do not wish any contact or interaction with any of us for now." Logan understood Remy's worries. He, too, had been a little concern for the Harveys' well being.

"True. But then, we could convince them?"

"Firstly, how would you do that when they refuse all contact. Secondly, that sounds a lot like we're forcing them to do what they do not want to. Last, I would not like to invade the space they need."

"Ugh... c'mon hun! Like, seriously."

Logan sighed. Surely Remy had some kind of common sense. The twins didn't need people to come barging into their apartment. It would be rude and uncomfortable for everyone involved. But he also knew that isolating yourself is not good. He'd read somewhere that as humans, people require human contact to more than two people a day. Then again, it's only been four days. He sighed again. What should they do now?

"Alright, I'll see if they don't mind with us visiting them."

"Aight. Thanks, babe!" And with that, the call ended.

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It's three in the afternoon. The sun is still high and although it's not scorching hot outside, an uncomfortable heat settled on Remy's back. Was it really a good decision to do this? It's been a few hours since his phone call with Logan, and now they're standing in front of the twins' apartment door.

Logan had been incredibly reluctant. Remy couldn't even believe that he actually managed to make Logan agree to this plan. He did agree with Logan's arguments. He didn't want to invade the Harveys' space, but he also wanted to see them—at least once this week. He let out a sigh, preparing himself as Logan knocked on the door.

Three sharp knocks. The door opened silently.

After Remy's phone call earlier that day, Logan had contacted Patton, asking if it was alright if he wanted to visit. He didn't mention Remy during the call, but he hoped that Patton would forgive him for bringing an extra person with him. As the door swung open slowly, he started to regret his decision to come. This was not a good idea.

Behind the door was a disheveled-looking Damien. His wavy hair was tangled, as if a bird had nested right on his head. His mismatched eyes were half-lidded and his body was slouched, as though reluctant to stand.

"Damien—"

"Why are you here?" Damien cut Logan off abruptly.

"Patton didn't tell you?"

"Ugh..." Damien groaned loudly, though it was most likely directed to his brother than his guests. He walked away from the door, disappearing into the apartment and leaving the door ajar. "Why does he never tell me anything?"

Remy and Logan were left standing awkwardly in the hallway of the building. They stayed, unmoving, until another set of footsteps was heard. Patton peeked over the half-closed door. He didn't seem to be in any better condition than his brother, though he tried to smile. The smile didn't reach his tired eyes, only a vague movement of muscle. His eyes were a little puffy, but neither Remy nor Logan said anything. He stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"I didn't know you were coming." His eyes settled on Remy, making the younger shift uncomfortably. "Sorry about Dee, he's just... yeah."

He led his guests into the living room that had been left untouched for a few days. In fact, most of the apartment was clean and neat, seeing as both Patton and Damien locked themselves in their bedrooms. Walking past the clean kitchen, Patton suddenly remembered that his brother hadn't eaten anything in almost two days. Patton himself hadn't eaten anything other than a bowl of cereal that morning. It tasted bland.

He walked back into the living room, sitting next to Logan on the sofa. He leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. "So, why are you here?"

"We just wanted to make sure that both of you are alright here, Patton," Logan answered. "Where's Damien?"

"In his room." Patton's voice was monotonous; a stark contrast from his usual bouncy tone.

"Where is his room? Can I go there?" Remy who had been quiet the whole time finally spoke up.

"Down the hall, second door on the left. I dunno if he'll respond to you, though." Patton pointed lamely at the short hallway next to the living room.

Remy stood, leaving his bag in the living room and stepped into the hallway.

Patton was still watching Remy's back disappear into the hallway when a voice interrupted the temporary silence in the living room.

"Patton, when was the last time you slept?" Logan asked. He shifted on the sofa, angling his body slightly to face Patton.

"Prob'ly last night?"

"Probably? How are you not sure?"

Patton shrugged, not caring about Logan's reaction. At first, he had tried to mask his grief with an act of indifference. But, after two days of doing that it got very tiring and the effort drained his already-not-there energy. He sighed as he looked up at the ceiling again. His hand drifted, taking Logan's larger hand into his. He sought comfort in the warmth of Logan's hand. Maybe, if he gripped hard enough, he could squeeze the memory of the day in the hospital. Maybe, he could forget about everything just for a second.

He needed a hug. Not from Logan, though. He wanted his dad's hug. He missed his dad already even though it hasn't even been a week. He still remembered the times when he was younger. Dad would bring him and Damien to the little shed in the backyard where he would play with wooden tools while Damien bombarded their dad with random questions. He also remembered the times when his mom and dad would share a laugh for no reason. Patton never understood them, but he knew they loved each other with every ounce of their being.

"Patton, sleep is necessary for optimal health. You need to have a healthy sleeping schedule." Logan's cool voice broke through his path down memory lane. Patton didn't move other than slow blinking under his glasses and his steady breathing. He looked at Logan briefly before looking back at the ceiling.

Logan sighed. He didn't know what else to do other than squeeze Patton's hand back.

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Remy knocked on Damien's door. He knew his soulmate was inside, because he could hear faint noises of foot tapping on the floor. He knocked again and the noise inside disappeared.

"Can I come in?" He asked softly. He tried the door handle and found it, surprisingly, unlocked. "I'm coming in, okay."

The room was dark. The only source of light was the light from the hallway pouring into the room and the window, where half of the curtain was pulled back. It made the room glow with ambiance. A comforting darkness. The room was mostly neat. A stack of clothing sat on the desk chair next to the door. On one side of the room was a plain medium-sized wardrobe. The bed, however, was a mess.

Damien was sitting by the window, looking outside, his back to the door. He didn't actually mind Remy's presence, but he didn't want Remy there either. He ignored Remy as the younger sat next to him, keeping a fair distance between them. For a long few moments they stayed like that in silence in the darkened room.

"Feeling better yet?" Remy asked cautiously. He was met with silence. He twisted his sitting position so that he sat facing Damien with his legs crossed in front of him. "Do you want me to go?"

Seeing the faint sunlight hit Damien's face, Remy noticed the purplish half-moon under Damien's eyes. Did he sleep last night? Did he sleep the day before? It was as though his entire being was exhausted. Even his messy hair fell over his face in a tangled mess, as if too lazy to keep itself upright.

"Did you eat?" Remy took the silence as an answer. "Is that a no?"

Not saying another word, Remy got up from the floor and walked across the room to the door. Damien was still looking outside through the window as he closed the door slowly. Both the twins were a mess—Damien more so than Patton—and he knew he needed something to soothe their soul temporarily. He walked past Logan and Patton, who were still sitting on the sofa, straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen was small, but not cramped. He found the heavy kitchen appliances stored in the cupboard under the sink. Opening the fridge, there was a full box of eggs and two jugs of milk on the door along with a few bottles of drinks. There were some tomatoes and bell peppers in the bottom drawer of the fridge and some oranges and strawberries on the rack above the drawer and some cheese, too. 'Well, this is enough.'

Taking four eggs and the cheese, he closed the fridge with a light kick and took the teflon pan out. People didn't know this about him, but he used to help his mom cook a lot when he still lived in Saint Petersburg. His mom didn't like eating out or ordering food outside, so cooking was a daily thing. He whisked the eggs on a bowl with salt, pepper and some chili flakes he found on the counter and poured it to the hot pan. As the egg started to curd, he drizzled chunks of shredded cheese on top. Within fifteen minutes, there were two plates of creamy omelettes sitting in the kitchen.

He brought the plates into the living room, putting one on the coffee table. "Patton, you need to eat, okay," he said gently and disappeared into the hallway again.

After Remy left, the living room was engulfed by silence again. It was starting to drizzle outside, but the sky was still shining blue. The sun didn't hide its shine behind thick, dark clouds. The soft tap-tapping of the rain hitting the window could be heard from inside, filling the room with a rhythmic beat.

Logan nudged Patton's shoulder awkwardly. "You should eat."

Patton blinked slowly and let out a long sigh. He wasn't sure his stomach could handle any food. The cereal from that morning already gave him enough energy for the day. Looking at the steaming food in front of him made him want to vomit, but the smell tickled his nose with delight. Giving Logan another glance, he saw Logan's face pinched into an upset expression—at least he thought it was an upset expression, seeing that his brows were pulled up and his lips pressed into a thin line.

He sighed again and reluctantly placed the warm plate on his lap. He took a small bite. The dish was surprisingly light. What did Remy put in this? After eating half of it, he stopped and pushed the plate away, putting it back onto the coffee table.

"I don't want it." His voice mirrored his expressionless face.

"Patton, do you need anything? Anything I ca—"

Patton buried his face on Logan's shoulder. His whole body was shaking, but the tears didn't come. Logan pulled him closer by the arm, letting Patton rest his head on his shoulder. He rubbed Patton's back instinctively, hoping the motion would calm him. Logan continued the motion until Patton's breathing became steady again after a long moment. Looking down at the weight on his shoulder, he saw that Patton was asleep. 'Oh no...'

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He pushed the door open. Damien was still sitting by the window, his gaze still fixed at the view outside as pellets of raindrops started to wet the window. Remy sat next to Damien again, putting the plate on Damien's lap. "You need to eat, milaya. I don't want you to get sick."

Damien stared at the golden heap on his lap. He finally acknowledge Remy for the first time, looking to his side where Remy sat. Remy was looking at him with a concerned gaze. The warm weight on his lap called his attention again. An omelette.

"You know," Damien said in a whisper, "mom is a great cook. She can cook whatever dish it is you asked. But the one thing she always mess up—the one thing she can't quite cook right—is an omelette.

"Dad, though, made the best omelettes. He'd make it with milk and butter. It's like eating cloud... When we were small, dad would make us omelettes and bacon in the morning before school. I always thought it was boring, 'cus we have the same breakfast everyday, but I've never had a better omelette than his." He took small bites of the food, not saying another word for a long few minutes. His eyes became hot and glassy as silent tears dripped down his face.

"Why didn't I do more for him?" He said again, voice surprisingly steady.

Remy placed a hand on Damien's arm, giving a silent support. Not wanting to say the wrong thing, he opted to stay quiet. He wished he could do something to make his soulmate feel better. Maybe if he knew Damien better it would have been easier. He scooted closer and squeezed Damien's arm lightly, giving a reminder of his presence. He was, once again, ignored.

Once he was done eating, Damien looked out the window again. The light drizzle from before had grown into a steady rain, but the sky was still bright, as if refusing to hide. Remy took the empty plate from Damien's lap and walked out the door again, closing it behind him.

As the door fell shut, Damien twisted his body to look at the door. He didn't understand why Remy even bothered with giving him food. Where did he even get the food anyway? He stood and walked closer to the window, sitting on the windowsill instead of the floor. He never really liked the rain. He very much preferred snow, but with the sky still bright outside he wanted to see if there would be a rainbow. There wasn't.

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The steady footsteps of Remy's shoes came closer from the hallway. He was greeted with an adorable sight. Logan was holding Patton in his arms—who was asleep—with a confused and somewhat amused expression. Normally, Logan resent any form of physical interaction, but with Patton, he didn't feel annoyed at all.

"Aw, look at you two," Remy cooed, earning an annoyed glare from Logan. "Are you guys dating yet?"

"No," Logan answered the rhetorical, teasing question. "We have gone to one date before, but I don't think either of us is ready for that yet."

Remy shifted his attention to the half-eaten food on the table and gave a Logan a look. "Why didn't he eat it?"

"I don't think he felt well enough to eat the whole thing."

"You should lay him on the couch, hun. You look uncomfortable." Remy took the plate from the table and walked into the kitchen. He disposed of the leftover food and washed the plates clean, placing it in the overhead cabinet.

Walking back into the living room, he saw Logan, now crouched next to Patton's sleeping form on the sofa. He had an unreadable expression on his face. Did they make the right decision to come at all? He thought that the next time they visit again, they should bring Roman and Virgil along. Perhaps, by having more people around them would help the twins feel better. But, having more people would probably exhaust them. Remy didn't want Patton and Damien closing themselves off from other people.

"Logan," Remy said lowly. "Do you think we should come here more often? I know they don't like us being here, but they're clearly not taking care of themselves."

"I understand your concern Remy, but I think they know how to handle this. They are older than both of us."

"Yes, but we should help them. It doesn't matter that they're older. Don't you care?"

"Of course I do," Logan tried again with a gentle tone, as if talking to a child who was throwing a tantrum. "But we also need to respect their privacy. It's only been four days, Remy. They're still grieving."

Logan looked down at Patton, still peacefully asleep. "Though we might need to give them another visit some time next week, only if they refuse to keep in touch with us."

Remy nodded in understanding. "How was Patton?"

"He was mostly quiet. He did not say a word. All he did was stare at the ceiling blankly." Logan told Remy. There was a hint of sorrow hidden in his words. "How about Damien?"

"He was really quiet until I brought him the food. I shouldn't have made them omelettes."

"Why not?"

"Damien told me it reminded him of his dad."

The living room was quiet again. They could only hear the sound of light rain hitting the window, making the trees outside wave in a peaceful dance. Remy got up and left the living room again without another word. He stepped closer to Damien's door. Should he come inside? Damien clearly didn't want him there. He decided to go inside. Maybe he should have knocked.

Inside, Damien sat on the windowsill with his head leaning on the wall behind him. His eyes were still fixed to the trees and the rain outside. Remy didn't dare come closer, not wanting to disturb Damien. At the same time, he didn't want to go outside either. He needed to—he wanted to—he didn't know what he wanted to do. He just felt like he needed to be there with Damien. He leaned back on the door, watching Damien sit by the window quietly.

He didn't expect Damien to meet his eyes and tapped the empty space next to him, telling him to sit. They sat quietly by the window, looking outside at nothing.

"How are you feeling?" Remy asked in a hushed tone. When Damien didn't respond, he huffed a defeated sigh.

"Why aren't you talking to me? What do you want me to do, Day?" He tried again in a frustrated whisper. "Tell me..."

"Just... be here. Don't leave."

"Okay."

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Notes:

Hello my wonderful readers! Sorry, this chapter is very very late, but I'll still try to publish another chapter this Sunday, so I can get back to my regular schedule. This has been another addition, hope you liked this chapter. See you in the next one!

Question: what do you notice from Patton and Damien in the last chapter compared to this chapter?

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Russian stuff:
Sestra
Сестра
[Sister]

Милая
Milaya
[pretty; sweet(ie); honey]