Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER FORTY-NINE - My Family Is Apparently in Pain. (LOGAN) =

:January 20th, XX47; Monday.

:BRING ALL STORYLINES TOGETHER.

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Logan sat down on the couch with a sigh, along with his husband, a few moments after they had watched their son run upstairs to tell his boyfriend about the quite treacherous thing that had happened about a week before. Logan was certainly proud of his son for choosing the option him and Patton had urged him to take, but of course, they were still nervous to find out how everything would end up.

Though that wasn't the only thing on their minds... there were much larger matters at hand to be worried about.

"...I love you," Patton mumbled after the two had been sitting in silence for a moment. Logan took his hand.

"I love you, too. Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"I am. But are you sure you're okay?"

Patton sighed, thinking, and then squeezing his husband's hand. He lowered his voice, and looked into Logan's eyes obviously worried. "...Baby, I can't stop thinking about what would happen if they started accusing you of the stuff I did."

"That won't happen."

"I know, but- ...I- we don't know that, really."

Logan let out a breath. He brought a hand up to his husband's cheek and held it, caressing it with his thumb. Patton hummed and leaned into his touch.

"Would you like to watch some TV?"

"I don't know if that would be the best."

"Why not?"

"I just- before, when we've been waiting for news about something, we'll turn on the TV and learn it from there. I don't want that to happen this time. It always just... hurts. So bad."

"...You're right, it did," Logan mumbled. They pressed their foreheads together. "Just stay here with me, love. We'll be okay."

"You're sure they're not gonna accuse you of killing the people I killed?"

"I assure you, they won't. And even if they do, they wouldn't have any proof for any of it regardless. It's been years, Patton. Just relax with me right now. Please."

They brought their heads apart, but Patton only stared at him, blankly, until his gaze shifted to his pocket. He got out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked.

"...I have to turn myself in," he mumbled.

"I- what?!"

Logan grabbed the phone out of his husband's hands right as he was typing the number in, the latter very much intending to press the call button. Logan turned off the phone and shoved it in his own pocket, Patton immediately and desperately trying to grab it from him. The former stood up.

"Logan, I- trust me on this one, okay? Please give it back?"

"No, Patton. This isn't the best option."

Patton stood as well. "Yes it is! Honey, let them lock me up instead of you. Please. I wouldn't be able-
I- I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either, Pat," they both took each other's hands. "I don't know what I'd do here without you. I'd end up in jail myself, even if I wasn't already headed there in this present moment. And- and what about Joe?"

"I don't know. I really don't. I just can't bare the thought of you having to go away like that."

"I can't bare the thought of you coming to the same fate."

The air grew silent, yet tense.

"...I'd lay my life down for you in a heartbeat."

"I would do it first."

They pressed their foreheads together once more. Logan cupped his husband's face and kissed his forehead.

"Let's sit down, my love," Logan then whispered. Patton nodded, a bit reluctantly, and they sat back down together, wrapping an arm around the other with their sides pressed together. Patton laid his head on Logan's shoulder.

"Can I have my phone back..?"

"As long as you promise you won't call anyone about this. I wouldn't be able to function here without you. And if I went to jail after you did, that's wouldn't be fair to Joe. It's not fair to only have one of us here as well. None of us... we all need to lean on each other right now."

"...Okay. Right. You're right."

Patton got his phone back and placed it in his pocket. A door opened upstairs, and suddenly their son was slowly descending to the first floor, staring blankly at his feet. Logan and Patton moved away from each other as Joe trudged over to the couch and sat between them.

"Joe? You alright, honey?"

Joe only shrugged, weakly.

"Did you... tell him?"

He nodded.

"What happened?"

"...He blocked my number, too, dad. He broke up with me. It didn't work," he mumbled.

"Oh... oh, Joe, I-"

"He is... everything to me."

Patton wrapped an arm around him, and he combed his fingers through his hair, Joe leaning into his side. Logan stared at the both of them, and then he gulped, scooting a bit closer.

"God... you know," Logan began to whisper, "I think if I would've come clean to you in high school, you would have blocked my number, too."

Patton sniffled, and looked up at him, clearly having already been thinking about that. "...I hate that that's true."

"I can't just lose him like that..."

The two parents looked at their son, who was now mumbling solely to himself.

"Joe, honey, are you okay?" Patton asked.

"Friday... he's gonna be home alone because of that court hearing with his parents."

Oh no.

"...Joe?"

"If I can't have him, then no one can."

Logan flinched, and then he froze, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. It were those exact words, in that context and in that tone of voice, that he hoped to never hear spoken ever again- not only because of what it implied, but because that was exactly what Remy had said to Logan about his own husband just twenty years or so ago.

And now, Joe was following in his goddamn uncle's footsteps.

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Lmao

See ya in the next chapter!🍃
    ~Maxx(SanderShipper)