TW: Possible heart combustion from over exposure to fluffiness
Word count: 1550
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Patton could see that Logan wasn’t feeling the absolute best that day. He failed to take interest in things he normally loved, like reading, and whenever Patton tried to talk with him, Logan seemed tired and lacked the energy to hold up the conversation. It was very out of character of him.
So Patton decided to do something. If Logan was feeling down, he would do anything and everything to lift his spirits again, and luckily, he knew just how to do so.
Astronomy was one of Logan’s favourite subjects to study and talk about and whenever he did discuss it, Patton was always immersed in his lectures and genuinely loved to listen to every word the logical side said. The way Logan talked made Patton’s little heart flutter and he loved how wide Logan’s range was when using elaborate vocabulary.
Most of the time, Patton was able to learn a thing or two too. For example, one night a couple months ago, Logan introduced Patton to some of the constellations of the stars, such as orion, serpens, cassiopeia and the other 12 common constellations named after the zodiac signs.
Patton absolutely adored stargazing with Logan. They didn’t do it often, but the times they did Patton completely cherished. It was strange because, since they were together, they were kinda obliged to go on dates. But, just like the real world, the two had responsibilities and, believe it or not, they actually rarely had time to spend alone with each other, due to how Thomas’ mind was constantly whirring and jam-packed with ideas and more.
However, tonight would be different. Tonight, he would put all responsibilities aside for Logan and that night would be solely just for them. It wouldn’t affect Thomas anyway, since Patton was planning to have their ‘special moment’ together while their host was asleep.
And so, nightfall soon dawned in the real world and then additionally in Thomas’ mind. As the other sides bid each other goodnight, Patton made his way over to Logan’s room then gently knocked on the door.
A quiet “come in” came from inside, allowing Patton to open it and as he walked into the room, he found his lovely Logan sat by his desk, endlessly writing away in his notepad with his eyes and eyebrows furrowed and focused. Logan looked to the side for a minute to glance at the moral side approaching him.
“Good evening Patton,” Logan greeted, holding back a smile, though he didn’t exactly know why. It wasn’t like he didn’t want his boyfriend to know that he was ecstatic at the fact that he had come to visit him at this late hour despite Logan unintentionally ignoring him that day and mistakenly making no effort to speak with him even though he had missed Patton dearly.
Maybe it was just his concentration on the work making him act this way.
“Good evening,” Patton replied softly, wrapping his arms around Logan’s neck from behind and leaning down to rest his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. The two sides stayed in that position for a few moments. Patton closed his eyes peacefully as he listened to the scribbling sound of Logan’s pencil on paper.
Patton honestly wouldn’t have minded remaining like that for the rest of the night; it was undeniably very comfortable and the fabric of Logan’s onesie was wonderfully fluffy and cushy, like a cloud, but then the downside of them staying that way was that Logan would be up all night working - which he did way too often for his own good - and Patton definitely didn’t want that.
The last time Logan overworked himself, it took a while for him to recover, affecting Thomas as well as the rest of the sides, and not only that, it damaged Thomas’ “mental health”, basically meaning that a number of wounds and cuts appeared on Logan since he was literally Thomas’ mind and all.
“Hey,” whispered Patton, gently nuzzling against Logan’s cheek. “Haven’t you been working for hours?”
“Only five-”
“Five?!” Patton exclaimed a little too loudly, shocked at the length of time Logan had been working. His boyfriend quickly shushed him, finally turning away from his work to Patton, who giggled and Logan chuckled softly as he held the hand that had flown to the moral side’s mouth.
“Logan, that’s too long,” Patton said when he lowered his hand, Logan still holding onto it. He sighed as he turned back on his chair to his work and the eleven papers he had been writing on.
“If I’m to be completely honest, it’s not really. Majority of the time I work for around six hours, nearly seven even sometimes,” admitted Logan, which Patton reacted to with crossed arms and an expression that silently communicated ‘Why?!’, like how a mother would react to her child confessing to a juvenile crime.
“I’m aware that it’s far from healthy Patton. I just constantly get carried away sometimes. I can’t draw myself away from work and truth be told it exhausts me… a lot.” Logan looked down and took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of nose and squeezing his eyes shut. When his eyelids closed, his eyes felt sore and he assumed it was because he hadn’t been blinking for an extended period of time.
Patton’s stern expression melted into sympathy seeing how tired Logan was and he understood that Logan never intended to stay up so late and that he genuinely didn’t mean to. He walked around the chair to face his boyfriend then took his hand.
“Wanna take a break?” he asked, a hint of excitement appearing in Patton’s voice. Logan looked up and smirked at the moral side before him, gripping his hand a little tighter and laughed airily.
“That would be nice.”
Then Patton grinned eagerly and gently pulled his boyfriend up by the hand to the outside of The Imagination. As they stepped into the fresh, cool evening air of the night, Logan sighed, relieved to be free even for a moment from all the stress. His gaze shifted from the star speckled blanket of midnight blue to his boyfriend who, in his eyes, shined brighter than a million spotlights from above. He was forever grateful to be able to call Patton his own and even more thankful that the moral side was able to solve his problems in the best ways possible.
The two continued to stroll through the fields of The Imagination, hand-in-hand, side-by-side with nothing to interrupt their lovely moment alone. They continued walking in subtle conversation and reminisced about memories and laughed about the past.
Patton and Logan had forgotten how much they missed doing this with each other and it wasn’t until now, that they realised how much they valued each other in their lives and how empty it had been without them a part of it.
Glancing up at the stars, Logan smiled as an idea popped into his head. Raising the hand in his, he said, “Dance with me Patton,” then pulled him close, making the bubbly side’s cheeks flush as red as a rose, however due to the lowlight of the night, Patton’s blush was concealed, much to his relief.
With each step and occasional spins, Patton’s muscles eased and slowly released its tension, growing more comfortable in this intimate moment with Logan - not that he wasn’t comfortable around him before, but no matter how many times Logan held him close, Patton always grew nervous, just like he had been before when his burning love was merely an ember of a crush a few years ago.
Logan led the dance as Patton followed, contrasting and pairing their movements together to fit like a glove on a hand. Logan carefully twirled his grinning boyfriend every once in a while, and whenever he did, a bubble of giggles burst from Patton, each laugh sourcing from a heart swelling with adoration.
And Logan could sense it. He could practically feel it. Patton’s laughs infected him, making him chuckle along to the sound of bashful happiness and saturating his once worn out body with affectionate energy.
After a couple minutes, the excitement of the evening and the dance died down and they transitioned into a slow sway, Logan continuing to hold Patton close to him whilst Patton, in response, rested his head on the logical side’s chest, listening to the tender thumping of a heart that he knew beat for him and him alone.
Patton exhaled contently, his eyes closed, a blissful smile tracing his lips. He then looked up to Logan, who met his eyes simultaneously, as if he knew Patton would look at him in advance.
“Feel better?” he said so softly that it could almost pass as a whisper. Logan’s heart burned with blazing affection at the tenderness of Patton’s tone. He was certain that if he were a flame, he would burn brighter than even the sun, powered solely by his love for Patton. A warm smile spread across Logan’s face as he gazed at his wonderful boyfriend that he knew he didn’t deserve, but would be forever thankful for.
“Yes. Very much so,” Logan answered through his smile as he leant down and sweetly but firmly kissed Patton, feeling the curl of his lips against his own.