Patton had never broken a promise. Never. And he hadn't planned on breaking one ever, at least, not before today.
"Logan, can I talk to you?"
Logan glanced up from his book. "Do you need something?" He immediately noticed the stains on Patton's shirt. "What happened?"
"Virgil's sick," He replied, "Um, I think it's called Hanahaki."
Logan fixed his glasses. "Hanahaki Disease? Do you know who it's for?"
"What?"
"Never mind," He responded, then said quietly, "It's probably Roman."
"What?" Patton repeated.
"Nothing. Just, can you call over Roman?"
"Roman!" Patton yelled.
"That is not what I-"
"Yes?" Roman asked, appearing by the stairs.
Logan blinked. "How- Um, can you go talk to Virgil? He's upstairs."
Roman nodded, heading up the stairs.
