"Hey, Logan," Patton said through the phone. "Are you free? I think I want to read that letter now."

"Well, I have two classes today. I believe I will be free later this evening," Logan's low voice was heard. "I will see if I can come to your apartment."

"I thought we should go somewhere else. Not in my place, I mean. We can go anywhere you want!"

"Alright, then. I'll see if any place comes to mind."

Patton clutched the phone in his chest in delight. He threw himself onto his bed and buried himself in his thick blanket. It's still quite early-seven in the morning, as his alarm clock told him. Damien had yet to be awake. He hadn't told anyone about what happened, which Patton himself thought was odd. Especially considering he always tells his brother about everything and Damien tells him about everything, too, in return. Though whether anyone knew or not, Patton did not care the slightest.

The clock continued to tick, filling the quiet room with its rhythmic clicks. He stared up at the ceiling, his phone still on his chest as a smile grew on his lips. Patton didn't quite understand what he was feeling, and he didn't want to think about it. He sat up, looking at the black screen of his phone before getting up again and walking to his brother's room.

Opening the door, he could see Damien still curled in his messy bed. It's an old habit Damien had where he would put the air conditioner into its lowest setting so the room would feel like it's freezing. After that, he would find the heaviest blanket he could use and live under it for days. Patton walked across the small apartment bedroom to his brother's bed, lifting the blanket and tucking himself against Damien.

"Hmh?" Damien gave a slight groan as his bed dipped behind his back. "Pat?" Damien uttered groggily, voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Yeah, it's just me."

"What are you doing?" Damien finally said after a long while of silence. He sat up, leaning against the headboard.

Patton looked up at his brother with an ever-growing smile. Damien gave him a questioning look, prompting his to speak. He gave Patton a suspicious glance. His half-asleep brain was unable to activate the so-called twin telepathy-though both Patton and Damien knew that wasn't a real thing.

"He kissed me."

"Wha-Logan?!" Damien exclaimed, eyes blown wide. All traces of sleep evaporated from his mind. "Give me your phone. I have to call someone. I need to tell him about this."

"Who?"

"Roman and I planned to play matchmaker with you and your boyfriend-"

"We're not-"

"-yeah, okay, whatever-we only wanted to do it cus' you guys are frustrating to be around. But then, looks like we don't need to do that anymore." Patton visibly flushed after hearing his brother's comment. He hid under Damien's blanket only for the thick fabric to be ripped from his hands by an excited Damien.

"Get up!" Damien hopped off the bed. "I'm making breakfast."

"Dee," Patton called out to his brother, following Damien's steady steps to the kitchen. "Have you read the letter yet? I mean with Remy."

"No. Why?"

"Because," Patton paused, leaning against the kitchen counter, "I wanna do it, but I also don't wanna do it."

Another silence hung over the room, only the clinks and clanks of a pan and plates in the kitchen. Damien sighed, putting the pan on the unlit stove and taking a few eggs from the fridge.

"No, yeah, I get it." He cracked three eggs into a bowl and whisked it until it's a little foamy, adding salt and pepper. Only then did he realize what he was doing. An omelette. He used to watch his dad make omelettes, but he never thought of making one himself. He sighed, putting the bowl down next to the stove. He turned, catching Patton's gaze. "What do you think he wrote? It's weird. No one write letters like that. Do you think he's watching us now?"

"I don't know, Dee," Patton said with a side smile. "All I know, it's not gonna be that bad... I think. I've already told Lo that we're going out to read mine."

"Aw," Damien said with a mocking tone. He turned back to the bowl of eggs with a smile. "Precious Logan."

"Dee!"

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The sun was hanging high in the sky; the heat makes it as though the sun was casting an angry glare at the planet. It's a glowing plasma ball-a star. He remembered when he first found his deep interest in space, astronomy and other outstanding phenomenons in the universe. It came to a surprise to both his parents since he wasn't the most invested person when it comes to school or academics, a shocking fact to everyone who knows Logan now. He wasn't born to be a genius; he chose to be a genius-or at the very least to be highly intelligent.

That noon, he had had another class for the day before he was free. Patton's phone call earlier in the morning was short, but it left him with thoughts. What was written on the letter? Why was he supposed to read it with Patton? It was odd considering he never once met Patton's father. He couldn't get the thought out of his head. Another thing that have occupied his mind lately was Patton himself. His voice during their short phone call sounded so light that he couldn't help but smile. Logan let the thoughts linger in his mind and for the first time in seven years, he felt the writings on the board in class were meaningless.

After an hour long lecture, he stepped out of class with a churn of his stomach. Logan found himself unable to stay still. His feet brought him to the park where he had agreed to meet with Patton. And there he was, sitting on a wooden bench. Patton had a sky-blue t-shirt on, paired with his usual white pants and shoes. A light grey collared shirt wrapped around his back, covering his arms perfectly, only revealing colorful bracelets on one of his wrists.

"Afternoon, Patton." Logan dropped his bag on the bench. "It's a sunny day, and you're wearing a long-sleeved shirt?"

"It's a thin shirt! Not hot at all," Patton said with a beaming smile, so bright it rivaled the sun.

"So," Logan started awkwardly, "tell me about this letter."

Patton pressed his lips into a thin, pale line. He was still unsure about the letter. The thought of reading his father's thoughts brought a wave of nervousness and Patton wasn't certain if they will be good or bad. Not saying a word, he passed the blue envelope to Logan. Taking a deep breath, he finally answered.

"Mom said dad gave the letters to her six or so years ago. There were three of them, one for mom, Damien and me." He paused. Patton had a sudden thought of how dramatic his father must have been to write them letters. "I was supposed to read this with you... so... I mean, it shouldn't be bad, right?"

"Of course. Would you like to read it now?"

"Um, yeah. Can you read it out loud for me?"

Dear Patton,

If you're reading this, then I'm probably not there with you anymore. Don't worry, I'm fine up here. I don't know when you're reading this, so the things I'm about to tell you to do, you might have done in the past. Or maybe not, who knows. It won't be difficult, I promise.

I know you, Patton. You are a person of compassion and sentimental. And know it isn't a bad thing. I still remember all those years ago, the first time you made me cry of joy. I had put you on the floor with your brother and put three items in front of you. You were supposed to choose one, but you crawled onto my lap. I hadn't realized I was a choice, too. I hope I have done a good job as your father and I know you will grow into an excellent man. Know I will always be by your side and that I will always guide you, even after death.

Logan paused, digesting all the little things that were mentioned. He had, numerous times, told himself that emotions were not a weakness. Yet, he didn't seem to understand that. Now, he started to see how his life so far had been guided by emotions-perhaps not his own, but what did it matter? If his mother had given up on him after divorce, he wouldn't have been the man he is. If he and Roman had not empathize with each other, he would have lost a valuable friendship in his life. And if he hadn't let himself free, he wouldn't be sitting across Patton. His life would be empty.

Note to Pat's SM: Hello, I'm Travis. We might have met, but we might not have. I trust you. I know there will be challenges with your relationship (which is a given thing with any relationships) and it will have an impact in your lives. Don't be afraid to remind each other to be a good person and value each other, whether it be romantically or platonically. We are not permanent beings on this Earth, and someday you, too, will be gone. When you don't have anything left, you will only have each other. Please, take care of Patton and I know with full certainty that he will look after you, too.

I have a few things that I want you to do (it'll be fun.)

Engage in each other's interests/hobbies.
Answer these: What will you rely on each other most? What do you feel about each other?
Do something that you used to do in your childhood, together.

Good luck!

~ T. Harvey

The slow blow of the wind, the sound of rustling leaves in the distance became more clear amidst the silence. They could hear the laughs of children playing somewhere with their dog. Logan huffed a breath, finally taking his eyes off of the letter to see Patton looking right into his eyes.

"Are you alright, Patton?" Logan stood and sat next to Patton, ignoring his bag to sit alone on the opposite bench. "Do tell me what to do if you are feeling overwhelmed or if you need anything at all."

"I'm... fine. Just thinking." Patton tapped his fingers on the wooden table. There were many things to running through his mind, but his lips were sealed tight. "What do you think?"

"Well," Logan started carefully, "It seems your father is very fond of you and your brother. And these questions... They're terribly specific."

Patton answered with a small smile, taking the letter from Logan's hand, examining the loopy handwriting that Patton could only describe as "curly." Reading it once again brought an odd sense of relief.

"Can I... I never really talked about him." Patton glanced up at Logan's watchful expression. "Can I talk about him to you? Kind of... helps."

"By all means." Logan bumped his shoulder against Patton's gently with a rare-occurring smile.

"He was a fun guy. Mom always says that if you mash me and Dee together, it would be dad. He makes weird dad jokes and would laugh at his own jokes. Some of them were funny, actually. But also, sometimes when things don't go his way he would keep quiet and not let anyone help him. That's what Dee does, you know." Patton smiled at the memories of his father that he cherished. "One summer when we were eleven, dad brought us to the backyard and we built a small tree house. We would hang out there all the time until we get bored of it. Oh, I should have brought you there.

"I hadn't-I hadn't expected him to go so quickly. I thought he'd have more time with us, y'know..." Logan noticed the glossy tears coating Patton's eyes, not free-falling, but staying still. There was pain in Patton's voice Logan could hear, but he wasn't sure what to do. "He hasn't even seen me and Dee graduate college. If he had stayed another year or two, maybe he'd see us become people who have a place in the world.

"He used to cook these omelettes every single morning. Dee and I hated it because he never made anything else and it gets boring sometimes. Now I miss it. I wish I had told him that I loved the little things he did for us. We were the center of his world, and he was ours."

"Your father sounds like a great man. I wish I had the chance to meet him," Logan said, offering another smile which Patton returned.

"He loved my mom so much. Do you think we can ever have something like that in the future?"

Logan was stunned by Patton's innocently hopeful question. How could he, an emotionally inadequate man, ever make a ball of sunshine like Patton happy? How unlucky Patton must have been and it was tragic that Patton himself didn't even realize. But if that's what Patton wants... then he will have to try. He cannot let Patton's flame of joy burn out.

"Well, I thought marriage would be too soon, but... would you, perhaps-just a mere suggestion-will you be my boyfriend?"

"Aw, Logie!" Patton whispered and smiled a thousand-watt smile with a pink tint crawling on his cheeks. "Thought you'd never ask."

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Hello! I'm sorry for this lateness. Next week I will not be able to upload, because I have exams again, as some of you may already know. This one is terribly short, I apologize. I hope you like the Logicality, because this one was actually pretty difficult to write. I think Logicality is a massive challenge for me, so I'll have to flex my writing skills a bit. Anyways, hope you're excited as I am for what is going to happen next.

Suggestion: should I write Prinxiety or Sleepceit in the next chapter? I have ideas for both in mind, only a matter of writing them down.

Question: did you see Logan's question at the end there surprising? I thought it was quite obvious. Either way, I think it's fun.

I hope you enjoyed this short read and get ready for the next one! See ya in the next one.