True Deceit

Chapter 47: Logan

TW- Vomiting. (BTW I loved writing this chapter, especially towards the end. Most of the chapters I write are roughly 700-900 words, but this one has 1400 so it's like two chapters in 1. :))

"How are you feeling, Thomas? Crofters on toast always makes me feel better."

Thomas gave Logan a small smile, adjusting himself on the sofa. "Yeah, thanks Teach. Are you okay?"

Logan fiddled with his neck tie, straightening his back. "I feel fine. Anyway, it has come to my attention that we are on low supplies of crofters, and just about everything else. No milk, no bread, we should go to the super market."

Thomas nodded, glancing towards the kitchen clock. "The shops close in half an hour, we should make tracks. Can you tell the others?"

Logan complied, rising swiftly into the light side corridor. To his right stood Roman, who was trailing towards him with watery despondent eyes.

"Roman, are you okay?" He questioned. The prince jerked back slightly, fixing his lips into a smile as he hastily wiped his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on with Thomas?"

"He's heading off to the supermarket, I'm letting everyone know. Are you sure your okay?" Logan hesitantly lifted his hand, giving Roman an awkward sympathy rub on the arm. Roman smirked slightly at the gesture, throwing his arms around the nerd and squeezing him tightly into a proper hug. Logan blushed.

"I'll pass on the message to Remus. Patton's in his room." He unraveled his arms with a small wave before returning to the mind palace.

Logan nudged his glasses against his pink features, strolling into Patton's room with a stale knock. "Patton, may I come in?"

Patton lifted his head from his pillow, his entire body coiled in a mass of blue and white sheets. "Sure Kiddo. I was just about to catch up on sleep."

Logan seated himself on the end of his springy mattress, glancing about the nostalgic enterprise. "Thomas is heading off to the shops now, he told me to let you know. Are you okay?"

Patton tilted his head, smiling softly. "I'm alright, how about you?"

Logan nodded. "I'm feeling adequate, anyway I'd best depart, have a nice nap."

"Oh, okay, goodbye." Patton yawned, closing his eyelids with a heavy sigh. Logan tiptoed beyond the exit, closing the door with a small thud.

*

"Sorry Virgil, I shouldn't hurt myself, I'm not being a good example." Janus bleated, sucking in a sharp breath of air. His knuckles were burning from the impact punch he laid on the wall, causing him to weep heavily.

"It's okay, let me look at your fingers." Virgil responded, outstretching his hand. Deceit jerked his injured arm away, holding it to his chest. The anxious side opened his mouth to speak, but felt a strong tugging beneath his feet. "Thomas is summoning me."

*

Logan made his way towards Deceit's room, his stomach knotting at the prospect. Perhaps he still felt some resentment towards the snake, considering all the harm he'd inflicted upon him. He knocked loudly, expecting a response, but received nothing. Hesitantly he jerked open the door, discovering the quarters empty.

Something caused his heart to pound. Uncertainty, concern, fear? Logan hastily rose into the passenger seat of the unmoving vehicle, hoping to alert Thomas of their absents. However, there the two sat, glowering from the back seat of Thomas's Mercedes Benz.