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Logan was confused, too many feelings, far too fast. He hated feelings, they were messy, unpredictable, illogical. Yet here they were, hitting him like a truck.
He's been hiding in his room for what feels like years. At least, to Patton it does.
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Patton has been sitting outside Logan's door since he went in his room, he has to come out eventually;
Doesn't he?
It's boring sure, but this is his boyfriend we're talking about, he can't just leave him to be sad. Even if he isn’t knocking on the door.
As he stares off into space he sees a familiar pair of converse walk by.
Virgil.
“Hey kiddo.” Patton manages to mutter out, shaky hands and small voice.
“He's not gonna leave his room without being forced, Patton.” Virgil says, unprompted but honest, like always.
“I know but I can hope can't I?!” Patton snaps, unlike him but not surprising considering what’s happening.
He can’t even bring himself to say anything else, he just hides his face in his knees.
Virgil doesn’t even bother trying, there's no point.
Logics checked out for now.