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

= CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE - I guess I'm feeling better (JOE) =

:January 25th, XX47; Saturday.

:RESOLUTION BETWEEN PROTAGONIST AND ANTAGONIST.

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Sage.

That was the first word that came to Joe's mind when he awoke- Sage. His eyes were closed, but whatever his face was pressed into distinctly smelled like Sage, and there was an arm around his shoulders and a hand resting on his waist and-

Oh, it probably was Sage, wasn't it?

The memories of the night before then came back to Joe, and he suppressed a sigh. So, Sage had come to his rescue to stop him from killing Oliver. That was... weird. Of course, a part of Joe certainly still wanted Oliver dead but maybe he could just try not to think about that. Or- think about it, healthily? Do whatever it was he was supposed to do when this happens. But it was still very odd that Sage had not only come to his rescue, but he stayed the night, and he was still there in that moment.

...Why did Sage even come to his rescue in the first place, though?

Joe made the decision to lift his head, and he saw Sage staring at the ceiling, eyebrows mildly furrowed. When Joe moved, though, Sage looked over at him, and they made eye contact for a solid three seconds before both shuffled away from each other, to opposite sides of the bed.

Joe suddenly missed cuddling with him.

"Sorry," he mumbled. Sage sighed.

"...I know. You've said it a million times."

Neither moved for a few moments. Joe glanced over at Sage, and then he looked at the door, and apparently Sage had the same idea, because both then stood up and started walking towards it. They made their way downstairs, a good few paces apart, Joe retreating to the couch while Sage stood in the foyer as soon as they were on the first floor. Joe's parents were standing in the kitchen.

"Oh, good morning, you two," Joe's dad said, glancing at the both of them. No one else said a word for a good while. Joe's parents poured cereal for both the teenagers and brought it over to them, and that was about it.

"...Do you know when your parents are coming to pick you up, Sage?" Joe's dad eventually spoke.

"Uh... soon? Probably."

"Okay. And- thank you so much, again."

"Yeah. It's fine."

Joe supposed that meant Sage didn't come and stop him on his own mind, which made sense. It was still weird he stayed the night, though. Maybe once he left there was still a way he could go sneak out and kill- but... no. He wanted to, but maybe he just shouldn't.

Sage was right. Murder isn't love.

Just then, a car honked outside, and Sage glanced out the window. "Oh, that's my dad, I think. So I'm gonna... yeah."

"Thank you again, Sage," Joe's father said from the kitchen as Sage picked up a bag off the floor, which seemed to be his.

"Uh-huh. Bye."

He was out the door, with only a quick glance back at Joe that didn't even last a second. Joe sighed, and once the car had driven away, both his parents made their way to the couch and sat down on either sides of their son.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Joe's dad asked. Joe shrugged.

"I don't know. Better?"

"Are you still having thoughts of..?"

"Well... yeah. But I- ...I know I shouldn't. So I won't. I guess it would be kind of stupid to."

Both his parents sighed quietly in relief. One of the phones in the room suddenly went off then, and Joe realized it was his, sitting on the coffee table.