And Then He Smiled (Logicality)

Chapter 71 - What Are We Going To Do With You?

Tw: Alcohol mention, small fight, reference to sucide

"Did I do the wrong thing," Logan muttered, drapped across the entirity of Roman's sofa as Roman himself sat on the floor. A bottle of wine only a quarter drank, matched with three wine glasses lay scattered on the coffee table, one slightly further away from the others.

On the other sofa, Remus sat with his legs stretched out across the whole thing, giving Roman no choice but to sit on the floor near Logan's legs.

"Does it matter if you did the right thing or not?" Roman asked, pouring some more wine into his glass and taking a sip, "You did a thing and that's what matters. Hakuna matata,"

Groaning, Logan slapped a hand over his face, "You better not start singing that goddamn song again-"

"HAKUNA MATATA," Roman practically jumped to his feet, almost hitting Logan in the process, "WHAT A WONDERFUL PHRASE," Tugging on Roman's clothes, Logan made him sit down again, frowning tiredly. "Fineeee," He complained, but complied.

Did I mention that it was 1am, barely the next day from the previous chapter? No? Well now you know.

The air felt heavier than Logan's eyes but never closed as he lie there completely awake, "But what should I do about it?" Logan groaned shuffling and his head hanging over the edge of the sofa arm.

"Talk to him about it?" Roman suggested.

"Fuck and make up?" Remus looked up from his phone for the first time in a while to comment that.

Sitting up, Logan rolled his eyes at the two of them, "No," He said, "To both of the ideas," He told them before Remus had a chance to comment anything else about the whole thing.

"Well you can't just stay here forever moping," Remus stood up, "I'm going to bed," He announced before leaving the room promptly.

A moment went past before Remus peaked his head out from his door, looking directly at Logan, "Make sure he doesn't drink too much," Remus commanded, looking the most serious he has ever been seen to Logan.

Nodding, Logan poured himself one last drink before standing to put the bottle of wine away. Honestly if he didn't put it away right then, they'd probably drink the night away, which probably isn't the best idea for either of them because they both have work in the morning.

Throwing himself back onto the sofa, Roman took that as an invitation to speak, "Either way, you're going to have to talk to him eventually," Roman told him, taking a sip of Logan's drink, "You know, live in the moment, before you'll never be able to have that moment..." His voice trailed off as his mind wandered away with it.

"Roman?" Logan called to him, replyless, "Roman?" He tapped Roman's shoulder, bringing him back from his mind.

Gazing back up at him, Roman's eyes were glossy and irrated, "What is it?" His voice sounded calmer and quieter than before, in a bad way.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked, furrowing his eyebrows, it's true he and Roman weren't that close, but they were still friends after all. Roman has helped him a lot throughout the times they've known each other, nothing can change that.

Scoffing Logan's concern off, "I'm fine, now what are we gonna do about you and Patton," Roman brushed off, changing the subject promptly.

"I don't fucking know," Logan groaned, "It's not like I can do much about what happened a fucking decade ago," He held his face in his hands, stretched his face down like exhausted putty.

Turning around to look at Logan, Roman nodded, humming as he thought for a moment, "Right, there we go, we're making progress," Roman began, "Now we just need to work out the stuff that happened back then, did you even know Patton back then?" Roman questioned.

Rolling his eyes, Logan sighed, rolling back to face Roman, "This isn't a problem with me and Patton from years ago, this is Patton being curious about what happened years ago and I just can't talk about it!" Logan spat, catching his breath after sputtering that whole sentence in all but one breath. "And that 'thing' isn't something that can be fixed," He sighed breathlessly.

"Never said it had to be fixed," Roman muttered, "Just asked what you were going to do about it," he chewed the inside of his cheek. Sitting up from slouching for a good 5 minutes, Roman pointed upwards, "How about you tell me what happened and we can work it out from there?-"

"Okay, it was a nice chat, but I really have to go,"

"No you don'tttt," Roman gritted his teeth together, clinging to Logan's foot stubbornly. Attempting to shake Roman off, Logan shuffled forwards in an attempt to leave. Struggling, Logan tried kicked Roman off with his other foot, trying to wiggle himself out from Roman's grasp.

Due to no avail, Logan tripped and fell on the floor with a heavy thud that would disturb all of the downstairs neighbours. The floor grumbled angrily as fists dug their fingers into the carpet.

"IF YOU'RE GONNA SPEAK, DO IT CLEARLY," Roman growled, still holding onto Logan's foot tightly, pinning it down with his entire body weight.

"STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD," Logan spat exasperated, still trhing to squirm his way out of Roman's hands.

"NO, YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD,"

"SAYS THE ONE CLINGING TO MY FOOT," Logan weakly kicked Roman's hand again as his teeth grated againest each other.

"AT LEAST I'M NOT RUNNING FROM MY PROBLEMS CONSTANTLY," Roman dug his hands tighter around Logan's leg.

Sighing in defeat, Logan fell back onto his face, barely catching his breath. "Are you satisfied now?" Logan hissed holding himself up slightly with his hands that ached with every touch.

Falling onto Logan's entire leg, Roman's grip loosened yet he still held onto Logan's leg as if letting go meant dying without honor. "Not until you tell me what the fuck is wrong," Roman snapped back.

"WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU?"

"WE'RE FRIENDS AREN'T WE?" Roman yelled back desperately, "I...I just want to help you Logan," his tone calmed, "So grow the fuck up and let's just....talk," He sighed, letting Logan sit up.

Crossing his legs, Logan faced him yet looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "What?" Logan retorted uncooperatively. Or at least he didn't want to cooperate but had to.

Smiling sadly, Roman nodded, "What started this fight?" Logan liked interviews, this would be the best way to ask.

"Emile,"

"Thank you," Roman praised before continuing, "Now, what did Emile do to start this fight?" He asked, trying to make the conversation move as smoothly and directly as possible.

"He mentioned someone I didn't want to think of,"

Nodding along, Roman continued with his questioned, "And why don't you want to think of this person,"

"He wasn't just a person," Logan told Roman, sighing as his walls lightened off of his shoulders slightly, "He was my best friend, he meant the world to me," Logan croaked as if the words felt like razors in his throat.

"Did something....happen to him?" Roman trodded carefully, not wanting Logan to try and run away again. He probably wouldn't have the energy to stop him a second time, plus he was slightly tipsy.

Logan looked like he was on the verge of tears at this point, his jaw was clasped shut as if someone barred it shut. Looking down at his interwined hands in his lap, Logan only nodded stiffly.

Placing a comforting hand on Logan's leg, Logan looked up as Roman flashed him a comforting smile, "Could you tell me his name?" Roman asked Logan, his voice quiet and empathetic. Logan was the only one who really needed to hear this.

Carefully nodding, Logan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out of his mouth.

Offering his phone with the notes app open, Roman nodded to him with unspoken communication.

Writting his name down on the phone, Logan passed it back. "Virgil..." Roman muttered to himself as if he forgot the entire world was here, the bruise around his neck ached even though it wasn't his own. Gazing back at Logan, Roman everything about his face smiled apart from his eyes, "That's a beautiful name,"

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