Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

Grief - Logan & Roman & Virgil

It did hurt, he would admit, but moving into student accommodation, and meeting his now really close friend Patton helped him a lot. He didn't feel alone anymore.

In the end, he wasn't extremely heartless, he had some pretty justifiable reasons to why he isn't distraught over the loss of his sibling, but it still hurt him. Lifting up his hand, he pressed the pads of his fingers to his cheek, wiping away the single tear that decided to make it's presence known. Clearing his throat, he sipped his tea and brought out his phone, calling his close friend.

"Morning, Kiddo!" Patton's extremely vibrant voice rang through the phone. It made Logan feel a little better, putting it on speaker, he rested his phone on the couch arm and leaned back. "Hello, Patton. How are you?"

He giggled lightly. "Feeling super, Lo! Someone just brought in the cutest dog I've ever met! They remind me so much of you!"

"I will try and take that as a compliment" Logan replied with a fond tone. Patton laughed, quickly reassuring Logan it wasn't an insult in any form.

"I suppose I shouldn't beat around the bush" Logan sighed, sitting up. "Patton, my mother phoned me a few minutes ago"

Patton paused, aware of Logan's and his mother's sour relationship.

"What happened?"

"My sister has died"

"..oh my gosh, Lo, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll come over straight away!"

"There is no need" Logan waved his hand around, glancing to the side, out the window. "I shall be visiting her in an hour to discuss the future"

Logan could see the concern on Patton's face vividly in his mind, even over phone, "that sounds best, want me to come along?"

"That will be unnecessary, I appreciate the offer, though. Later today I will be open for you to come over for dinner?"

"That sounds wonderful" there's that smile, Logan could hear it. "Stay safe, Logy, I love you"

Logan knew it was platonic, but he pressed a hand to his chest when an irregular feeling flittered through it. A mixture of pain and giddiness. Odd. "I love you, too" with that, he hung up, finished his tea and changed into a more formal outfit. Checking the time, he decided to leave now, as he could drive a slower pace than usual. Straightening his hair, tie and glasses, he stared at himself in the mirror that hung up on the wall in the large, open foyer. Time to meet his mother.

The drive over was calm and peaceful, he didn't live too far away, which was quite different from his ideas as a teenager. He always imagined himself moving to a different state, or at least to a house a few hours away, but when he was in collage, he found himself caring less about the distance, and when he saw the house he lived in now on sale those years ago, he couldn't pass it up. He knew Grace didn't move that far away, either, because she wanted her kids to go to the same school she did. Logan hadn't met the kids before, only then did he wonder where they would stay.

Parking on the curb, he looked at himself once more and stepped out, closing and locking the door. The house was exactly how he remembered it growing up. The front yard held a white, marble path cutting through the middle from the gate to the front door. On either side of the path, the grass was a lovely bright green, with flowers laid out symmetrically to the other side. Logan always admired the garden's attached to the house, but it was the gardeners work, not his mothers. Straightening out the sleeves of his jacket, he opened the white, picket gate and walked up the marble, tilting his head back a little to take in the large, tall two-story building.