It's Only Logical

Chapter 23: Confrontations and Justice

Logan angled his head, studied his face, and saw he meant every word he'd said. Son of a gun. "You know, if I hadn't already decided on this thing I'm about to ask you, that would have done it. How can I resist a man who lets me fight my own battles, then when the time is right steps in and cleans house? After the dust is clear, he gives me a good piece of his mind for being an idiot. Which I was, no question, no argument."

"Glad to hear we're agreed on that." Patton replied dryly.

Logan took a step closer, and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling his boyfriend closer. "I really love you."

"I really love you back."

"Then you won't mind marrying me." Logan felt his body jerk, just a little, just once, then settle in against his own, warm and true.

"I don't see a problem with that. Are you sure?" Patton murmured, gently sliding his hands around Logan's waist, holding him close.

"If you had asked me that a few months ago, I'd say no, but I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I'm a logical person, a person who thinks things through, and then over-thinks them, and then thinks about them some more, and some more still – and yet I don't know that I can define love. Yet the cliche about love, of course, is that you'll know it when you're in it, right?" Logan asked, looking up at him. Patton lifted a hand to gently cup his face, smiling softly at him. "I used to think it happened explosively. That love was something astronomically powerful that not only swept you off your feet, but knocked you down on your ass and soaked through your skin and became an overarching force that was impossible to ignore. But, what if that's not it? What if love is quiet and soft? What if love is gradual and delicate? What if love isn't an explosion, but is instead this calm feeling you get when you wake up one golden Sunday morning and realize that there's nowhere else you'd rather be than next to this person whose quirks make you laugh until you can't breathe? Lately, I think I've stopped trying to define it and have started to believe that being in love is about more than just explosive emotion. And yet, it's also about more than just finding someone to coexist with in the same space at the same time. Love is about finding someone who lights even the tiniest parts of your soul on fire. It's about finding someone who makes you more you, who will even surprise you every now and then by knowing you better than you know yourself." Logan leaned into Patton's touch, feeling his heart leap even now.

"Am I that person to you, Lo?" Patton's voice was thick with emotion, his blue eyes shimmering with tears.

"I believe I have found that person in you, and no one else will suffice." Logan's hands fisted in his boyfriend's hair, his face intense. He didn't talk about emotions, didn't do this very often, so he wanted to take the opportunity to pour out all the words he'd probably never say again while he still could. "I want a safe place to rest my lips, and a soft place to land. I want someone who will keep me in his heart because that's where I'll be warm and safe. I want someone who will look at me when I'm at my messiest and kiss me on the forehead, someone who thinks I'm lovely in the morning, and at night, and during all the in between times. Someone who knows how much I like to be whispered to and who isn't scared off when I'm crying, rare though that may be. Someone who can sense when I'm overwhelmed, who just knows when life is too much and who will, in those moments, stand close enough to me to block everything else out. Most importantly, I want someone who will stand beside me and face my battles with me, rather than standing in front of me. I want you, for the rest of our lives. I want Thomas and Parker and messy pizza nights and and everything that goes--"

Patton cut him off with a fierce kiss, swallowing whatever words Logan may have said. Logan made a soft sighing sound and melted into him, happily yielding in that moment. He leaned on him, knew without a doubt that he could lean on him--and trust him to step back when he needed to stand on his own.

Everything inside of Logan calmed, even when they broke the kiss and he snuggled against Patton's chest, looking out at the destruction of what was his. He would fix it, save what could be saved and accept what couldn't. He would live his life, plant his gardens, and walking hand-in-hand with the man he loved, he would watch both bloom. It wasn't how he'd planned to do this, not by a long shot, but it was still the happiest moment of his life. "Do you think Thomas will be okay with it?"

"Are you kidding? He'd been pestering me for weeks now, asking when I was going to marry you and when we'd get to come live with you forever. Pretty sure he'd already decided you're his stepfather." Patton grinned, rolling his eyes fondly at the thought of his energetic son. "Now come on, slugger. I think we've got a police statement to give."

"Mmm. But let's hold off on announcing our engagement for a few days. I want Roman and Virgil to have their moment. Even if Jason put a dark cloud on it."

"Are you serious? Virgil got to see him get his ass kicked. He'll probably thank you for the wedding present."

Logan threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing in the sunlit air around them. No matter what else came next, he knew he had faced his demons and won. And he would never have to face it alone.

A/N: This is it, the end of the fic that I started on a whim in 2017. If you're looking for the explicit version, you should look for me on Ao3. I hope you enjoyed!