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Seething. His blood boiled. He needed to leave the room before this nonsensical argument went any further.
So, that’s exactly what he did.
Logan huffed without another word and turned his back on to Patton, storming out of the room. He didn’t shut the door behind him, because he knew his own strength. He hated when people slammed doors, the loud noise reverberating around the whole house. It wasn’t fun for anyone. Just because he’s frustrated, doesn’t mean he was going to be inconsiderate and upset everybody else in the house, too. He’d already upset one person - a very important person to him, at that - and that was enough to make his chest ache and stomach squirm with nausea. His head felt like it was going to explode.
Why does he always get like this? So uptight? Angry. Deep down, it scares him, because it’s something he cannot predict. Even though people say he can “work” on his anger management, when he has build-ups of negative emotion where he fears losing control, like what he’s experiencing now, it feels as though all that hard work has been undone; a complete waste of time and energy. It’s irritating. A vicious cycle.
What a nightmare….
Logan decided to take a quick detour to the kitchen to get a glass of water from the sink; stomping past Roman who was relaxing with his feet up on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through some app on his phone, clearly with nothing better to do, boredom across his face. His eyes were almost closing, until he heard the heavy footsteps descending down the stairs. At first, Roman straightened up on the couch a bit, his expression twisting to fear because, initially, a dreadful thought came to mind… his brother was approaching. He shivered, bracing to hear his annoying twin’s voice tear him away from his peace. But then, his eyebrows furrowed in concern instead. To his surprise, the logical side whooshed past, completely ignoring his presence, or simply not noticing he was there because he was clearly determined to get where he was going.
“… Logan? You good?” The prince sat up slightly and turned his head to watch Logan, placing his phone down on the coffee table.
“I’m fine, Princey.” Logan snapped back, a little too aggressively for his own liking. It almost came out as a sort of growl. He didn’t even know he had that in him. The nauseous feeling worsened with that realisation.
A part of him kind of hoped Roman would just back off and leave him to his frustration and the consequences of his own foolish actions. That wasn’t the case, however.
“Geez, no need to chop my head off! What’s got you all fired up?” He means ‘fired up’ in the sense that… if Logan was a dragon that breathed fire, Roman’s convinced there’d be smoke coming out of his ears and nose right now, with how his face was scrunched up in annoyance and his body language so tense it even made Roman feel sympathetic cramps in his shoulder blades radiating into his neck.
“It- it’s stupid,” The logical side started, his voice a teensy bit less of a growl this time. “It shouldn’t have happened! I had to go and open my big mouth and get all stubborn when I disagreed with Patton’s opinion, because apparently it was scientifically incorrect and I can’t stand that. I am the worst.” Logan took a desperate sip of his water to coat his dry throat. His hands were shaking, enough that it was noticeable from where Roman was sitting.
“Come and sit down for a minute. You need to calm down—” He regretted saying those two final words as they left his mouth. He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as Logan suddenly stared daggers at him.
“Calm. Down?!” Logan exclaimed incredulously, his eyes flickering between neon orange and his natural brown. “How can I be calm when my boyfriend is alone, in his bedroom, literally bawling.. and I can’t be there to comfort him because I am the one who made him upset in the first place!”
Roman zipped his mouth shut. He was unable to think of something to say that would actually help in this situation, something that wouldn’t anger Logan further, anyway. He didn’t look back at his phone, just awkwardly nodded his head, trying to be understanding. The startled prince kept a cautious eye on Logan to make sure he doesn’t start throwing things across the room at him. Of course, he doubted Logan would actually do something like that, but he honestly doesn’t know what his anger could bring out in him and he certainly did not want to find out.
Both Patton and Virgil could hear the commotion downstairs from upstairs in their rooms.
Even Virgil, with his headphones on that were supposed to block out surrounding noise especially when he had music playing, heard Logan raise his voice and that immediately grabbed his attention. Pausing his music and pulling his headphones down to sit around his neck, he quickly left his room to find out what the hell was going on. He walked towards the staircase on a mission. The anxious side paused briefly to peek into Patton’s room… and what he saw made his expression fall to worry, then disappointment, then, the bags beneath his eyes grew darker; he’s pissed. A little known fact that all the sides are acutely aware of… is you do not want to be on Virgil’s bad side. Ever.
“Logan!” Virgil called out from the top of the staircase, his voice bouncing off the walls, creating an echo. He walked down the stairs until he stopped on the second last step, folding his arms and turning to face the two in the living area. His expression said it all, loud and clear.
Logan flinched, his head snapping to look at Virgil, startled by the anxious side suddenly joining the conversation.
“Vir- Virgil—“ The logical side stammered, pushing up his glasses nervously. He knew he was about to get lectured and as much as he hated it… he also knew he deserved it. It’s not what he wants to hear, it’s what he needs.
“What are you doing standing down here talking with my boyfriend, why aren’t you up there with your boyfriend? You’re being careless.” Virgil lowered his voice closer to a whisper, so Patton couldn’t hear.
“I- I’m not careless! I had to leave to… to clear my mind for a moment.” Logan tried defending his case, but it sounded more like he was just trying to convince himself he didn’t do the wrong thing.
”Logan, we both know that’s just an—” Virgil goes to continue but Roman waves a hand to get him to stop. He sees something shift in Logan’s attitude. Virgil doesn’t finish his sentence, shutting his mouth and raising a brow at Roman.
The realisation dawns on him, hitting him in the face like he ran into a brick wall at full speed. He has made a mistake, leaving Patton’s room. He’d been selfish.
“… How could I have messed up so badly?” Logan’s voice cracked. All his bottled up anger deflated like a balloon. He placed the now empty glass onto the coffee table and took his glasses off to pinch his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. Guilt flooded his mind, exacerbating his headache and tightening his chest, making it somewhat difficult to breathe.
“Go apologise. Right now, Lo. Tell him it’s gonna be okay before I have to. He needs to hear it from you.” Virgil’s expression and tone softened, the echo fading.
“Come on, Logan, you know Patton! He’s going to forgive you in a heartbeat if you’d just go back and talk to him.” Roman chipped in, getting up and giving Logan a firm pat on the shoulder.
“Talking is what got us into this mess…” Logan mumbled, putting his glasses back on, his head hung low but his eyes were pointed in Roman’s direction, avoiding eye contact.
“No, arguing is what got you in this mess,” Roman corrected, a confidence behind his words, “now you’re going to get out of it by saying sorry and giving your boyfriend the comfort you both need. Go.” The prince proceeded to nudge Logan forward toward the stairs, nodding his head with an anticipating smile.
“… Alright, I understand,” Logan finally gave in, taking a deep breath in order to get his thoughts back into the right headspace, “thank you, both of you.” He gave an appreciative nod to Roman first, then to Virgil, acknowledging both of their contributions to bringing his attention to his wrongdoing and setting him on the right course of action.
Virgil simply hummed in response as Logan walked past him at a fast pace.
“D’you think they’ll be okay?” Roman asked, whispering so Logan and Patton wouldn’t hear.
“Yeah. They will be.” Virgil replied, shrugging his shoulders and pulling his headphones back over his ears.
The anxious side decided instead of isolating himself in his room, he’d invade his boyfriend’s personal space, curling up against his side and listening to his music again, resting his head on Roman’s shoulder, lazily watching him go back to scrolling through social media posts and occasionally chuckling or commenting on something he found funny or interesting. Roman smiled fondly, planting a kiss on Virgil’s head.
~ — ♡ — ~
Patton had wrapped himself up into a blanket burrito in the middle of his bed, curled into a ball with his knees up against his chest. He sniffled, his head tilted to the side, watching birds outside fly past his window against the sunset-tinted sky. Every few seconds he’d wipe tears from his eyes that fell previously with the soft material of the weighted blanket, whimpering quietly. He felt simultaneously at peace and on the verge of breaking down into tears like a dam all over again.
Then, a knock on his door which had been left ajar, caused him to flinch. He brought his head up to see who it was and his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
“Lo- Logan? Come in.” He sniffled, watching with raised brows as the logical side entered. He pushed the door closed gently and, with zero hesitation, climbed up onto the bed and knelt down in front of the blanket burrito. Patton blinked, opening his mouth to say something but then stopping as Logan, without saying a word, reached out his arms. An apologetic expression spread across the logical side’s face.
Patton knew exactly what to do, leaning forward and slumping into Logan’s embrace, burying his face into his boyfriend’s shoulder. He felt himself beginning to smile, exhaling a shaky breath.
“Wh-Why did you leave..? Did I make you angry?” The sentence came out quiet and a bit muffled from Logan’s shirt, but the logical side understood him clearly despite that. Those words coming from Patton made Logan feel all kinds of wrong, exacerbating the aching of his heart.
“Patton, you could never make me angry. I just…” Logan spoke slowly, trailing off as he was unable to think of a reason for why he left, a reason that wasn’t just a plain excuse, at least. He gently grabbed both sides of the blanket burrito, pulling Patton back enough so they could see each other’s faces again. “I’m sorry for being inconsiderate about your feelings. I shouldn’t have gotten so uptight and… defensive. We should’ve worked through it together, not against each other.” Logan confessed, staring down at the bed to avoid eye contact as guilt wracked his brain.
“Oh.” Patton processed his apology, butterflies beginning to swirl in his stomach.
There was a pause. Logan felt like he’d shattered Patton’s trust and lost all the pieces to put it back together. Until…
“I forgive you.” Patton smiled, freeing himself from the weighted blanket. His eyes fluttered closed for a second as he pressed a short and sweet kiss to Logan’s forehead.
Logan blinked, his muscles instantly relaxing. He was noticeably taken by surprise by that act of affection, though he wasn’t really sure what he was expecting. However, a visible shade of pink swept across his cheeks and nose, to the tips of his ears.
“You do?” The logical side raised his head and adjusted his tie out of nervous habit, a smile twitching at his lips.
“Of course I do, you silly muffin! You came back for me.” The one in the light blue sweater chuckled fondly, shifting onto his knees and taking Logan’s shaking hands in his, soothingly rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles.
Logan had never been called a ‘silly muffin’ before and he found it adorable. His heart skipped a beat.
“Why wouldn’t I come back for you? I needed to see a smile on that adorable face of yours, even if we do have very similar features, because—” His words quickly became muffled as Patton shoved a hand over his mouth, beginning to giggle. Logan couldn’t resist chuckling, hearing Patton’s laughter made his chest feel light, all side-effects of his previous guilt vanquished.
“Did you just call me adorable?” Patton blushed, dropping his hand so Logan could speak clearly.
“I did, indeed.” His partner admitted, smirking.
“You’re a dork. My dork.” Patton leaned in a second time and kissed Logan’s forehead, then his cheeks, then pecked his lips as an added treat.
“… I never thought I would find being called a.. dork.. flattering.” That sounded more like a question than a statement, which made both of them laugh.
After settling down, they both scooted up the bed until their backs were supported by Patton’s pillows and they sat together comfortably, every now and then breaking the silence to whisper sweet nothings or plant kisses randomly. At one point, Patton brushed a hand on Logan’s chin, tilting his head up so their eyes could easily meet… and so could their lips. They shared a more deeper kiss that lasted a couple seconds longer than the previous short and sweet ones.
“I love you, Lo.”
“I love you too, Patton.”
~ — ♡ — ~
Roughly an hour later, the lovebirds that had now completely moved on from their squabble had made their way downstairs, hand in hand, sharing loving glances at each other as they walked. Patton almost tripped on the final step but luckily Logan’s fast reflexes caught him by wrapping a hand around his stomach and pulling him close. Patton’s face turned red and he giggled, lightly moving Logan’s hands so they could keep walking until they stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
Logan leaned against the railing, folding his arms, whilst Patton approached the centre of the living room and sneakily grabbed Virgil’s phone off the coffee table, raising it up and snapping a picture - with the flash off! - of the couple presented on the couch in front of him. Both Roman and Virgil were peacefully asleep, curled up against one another. Patton quietly placed Virgil’s phone back where it was, avoiding disturbing the two’s slumber, then turned back around to Logan.
“Aren’t they the cutest?” Prinxiety’s no. 1 fan whispered. Yes, he did come up with ship names for them, with Roman’s assistance, of course. It’s adorable!
“I suppose so. Right now, there’s only one person I find cute in the room.” Logan whispered back, not having taken his eyes off of his beloved boyfriend.
“Aw, Logan. Stawp it!” Patton’s face flushed even redder than before.
“What will happen if I don’t stop?” That sounded like a challenge, which is exactly how he intended it to be. What he didn’t account for… was the accidental not-safe-for-work innuendo/undertones. Thankfully, Patton seemed to have understood his message.
It took Patton a little by surprise, his heart beating faster with excitement. Then, he stepped closer and cupped Logan’s face with both hands and closed the gap between them, taking the other’s breath away. Again, Logan really wasn’t sure what he expected to happen… it was just very sudden and his gay heart almost couldn’t handle it.
After the kiss was finished, Patton took Logan’s hand once again and they walked back to his room together.
~ — ♡ — ~
“Goodnight, Patton.” Logan smiled from the doorway, leaning on the frame.
Patton, now dressed in his pyjamas, sluggishly crawled into bed. After tossing and turning a bit, he couldn’t get himself in a comfortable position, let alone sleepy enough to close his eyes and drift off to sleep yet. His mind was too awake, replaying the events of the day, making him feel too many emotions.
It was overwhelming. He whimpered quietly as Logan was about to leave, then sat up quickly.
“Wait!”
“Hm?” Logan stopped in his tracks immediately, looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend. “Yes, Pat?”
“Could you… stay with me tonight? I- I’m restless.” Patton asked sheepishly, the nickname causing butterflies to swirl in his stomach.
“Sure.” Logan nodded, disappearing into his own bedroom to change into his PJs before coming back and claiming his spot beside Patton.
Patton snuggled up to Logan’s chest once he’d gotten comfortable, feeling the warmth radiate from him and hearing his heartbeat through his pyjama shirt. It immediately quieted his thoughts.
“Goodnight, Lo.” He yawned contently.
Then, the best possible thing happened; Logan began softly tickling Patton’s hair, down to his scalp… and that was when the one in the light blue pyjama shirt experienced mild heart failure. Not in the literal sense, obviously, but the metaphorical sense where his heart skipped a beat or two from pure joy. He leaned into the touch and soon enough, succumbed to a much-needed peaceful slumber.
Logan smiled fondly down at Patton as he slept. Before turning off the lamp, he carefully took Patton’s glasses off and placed it on the bedside table, then placed his own on the tissue box so they could differentiate which pair belonged to who. Logan then relaxed into the soft pillows, closing his eyes, listening to Patton’s soft snoring and cicadas buzzing outside, allowing himself to be lulled to sleep.