The Banner Siblings! (Re-Written)

An Anxiety Attack and A Dumb Pun

Logan shrieked as he dropped yet another light, earning him a scathing look from Tyler. He sank into himself, looking towards Ashlyn.
And what he saw wasn't much better, a tired, expaserated look on her face.

It was because of him, wasn't it? He kept screwing up. His fault. Ashlyn came over, holding a hand up before Tyler could say anything.
"Why don't you go on the bus Lo? You're still injured, you need to rest."

Logan understood. Stay out of the way, you keep messing up. He hung his head, fighting back hot tears as he walked solemnly to the bus. He was horrible. A screw up. A mistake. God couldn't he do anything right?

Logan slid down behind one of the seats, whimpering as he held his chest, ignoring the pain that flared in his side. He felt it hard to breathe, like the walls were closing in on him and oh god couldn't he keep himself together?

Just be rational. He told himself. Rational? Right.

Then let's be rational. He didn't bring anything to the team. Not even planning, not like Ashlyn did. He had just been deadweight. A ball and chain dragged by the group. He wasnt worth anything. For gods sake—not even his biological family wanted him.

Logan mentally scolded himself for thinking that. No those people weren't his family. The Banners were. Ashlyn was. Mom was. Dad was.

Still, Logan tried taking deep gulps of air. He couldn't. No. He—

What did mom say? What did mom say?

Think rationally? Deep breaths? Something like that?

Logan didn't know, and he didn't care right not. A deep cry erupted from his throat, hot tears falling. Fuck not now! Everything—everywhere—Damnit! He was seriously crying over a stupid comment? How pathetic was he?

He felt a hand on his shoulder. A hand...?

Oh a hand!

In his haze, Logan knew what this meant. It..it was a grounding tactic right?

What can you see?

Not much, right now. Did he knock his glasses off? He saw blurry yellow, splotches of red, and mostly black and blue.

What can you feel?

His costume. It's too tight around the collar, meant to be snug and nice but felt too constricting right now. Like someone was choking him. To his relief, the sensation went away.

Logan took deep gulps of air. He felt his nerves settle slightly. He could see again—had his glasses not fallen off? He looked ahead of him.

"Aiden?" Logan croaked, surprised at the presence of the fake blonde.

Aiden grinned. "Hey four eyes. Are you with me now?"

Logan nodded, shaking a bit. Aiden, eyes noticing this, paused, thinking. His eyes lit up. "Hey. Hey Logan. I've got a question."

"Ok.." Logan croaked, expecting something stupid. "What is it?"

"When does the moon stop eating?"

Logan paused. "Pardon?"

"You heard me." Aiden grinned, sitting on his feet. "When does the moon stop eating?"

"I-I—uh...Aiden the moon doesn't eat.." Logan said, confused and sniffling a little.

Aiden mimicked a buzzer sound. "EEEEH! Wrong."

Logan looked even more confused. It didn't dawn on him what Aiden was trying. Aiden held up his hands dramatically, waving his jazz hands, he exclaimed:

"WHEN ITS FULL!"

Aiden paused in the pose, waiting for Logan's reaction. It took Logan a moment to register it. But when it did, Logan burst into a fit of hysterical giggles.
"Aiden—aid!" He wheezed, his smile big and bright. "Aiden that's so stupid!"

Aiden stood up, taking a mock bow. "Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much."

Logan laughed even harder, falling on his side and snorting like a big as he laughed. He held his sides as they began to ache, but he didn't care. He grinned at Aiden.

"Thanks Aiden.."

Aiden hummed, smiling. "Anything for my friends."

Logan returned the smile, sighing. Never in his life had he ever been so grateful for the boy, Aiden Clark.

(A/N: HURT AND COMFORT IS THE BEST THING EVER)