Emotionless Robot? (Logicality)

Chapter Four: Breakfast With(out) the Munsters

This is just a bit of a disclaimer, this chapter talks about migraines, I, in fact, do get them. This is how I have experienced migraines in the past. I hope this makes sense.

Logan woke up with a dull, quiet pain slightly drumming in his midbrain region. He was still exhausted from last night, with all of the emotions getting to him. He made a plan for himself, he decided: he would have breakfast like normal, get some work done, then lunch, then he would nap for a couple of hours, do some more work, and then sleep.

Plans never work out the way they should though.

Logan got dressed and left his room, he began shambling to the kitchen feeling slightly lightheaded along with the dull pain from the migraine. He got to the kitchen with no problems, he then noticed that four places had been set at the table.

There was no way Patton would let him out of 'family' mealtime.

He quietly sat at the table and closed his eyes meaning only to think about the day he has planned out for himself, only to have opened his eyes realizing he had drifted off. The rest of the sides had joined Logan in the kitchen.

Patton had been staring at Logan for as long as he had been awake, no matter how illogical it was, he could feel Patton's gaze boring into the back of his head. "Logan, are you feeling alright?"

Logan wasn't sure why Roman was asking him that, he was fine, well, he would eventually be fine. "I am adequate, why do you ask, Roman?"

Roman's face took on a slightly pained expression, not one that Logan would have normally noticed, but seeing as he was not functioning as normal, he noticed the minute difference. Roman looked as if he were about to say something until Patton popped in between the two opposing sides of the table with pancakes, waffles, and bacon.

Patton slipped between the two while looking at Roman, he lingered for a second, which Logan found both odd and slightly indicative of his nature. The plate was set down and Patton pulled away, but not before saying "Don't hog the syrup," he winked producing a bottle of syrup from thin air. "We've got a pig day ahead of us."

Logan couldn't help but smile, especially with how tired he was, migraines always took so much out of him and he almost always woke up exhausted. Logan heard Anxiety snort and a small chuckle from Roman. Breakfast was relatively quiet, except for the occasional exclamation of delight, usually from Patton expressing how much he loved having everyone together for a meal.

The quiet fell over most of breakfast until Roman had a question bubble from his mind to the quiet breakfast party. "So, Logan, where were you last night? You normally check in before you head off to bed."

Logan swallowed whatever concoction of waffles, pancakes, and syrup that was briefly housed in his mouth. He rubbed his eye as a small phantom pain stabbed his eyeball. Even just remembering the feeling of a migraine was sometimes enough to elicit this response.

Patton's face took a worrying grimace "Logan, did you have a migraine?" Logan nodded slowly as to not aggravate his head anymore than he was already. "Are you feeling any better?"

"A bit," he said keeping his answer brief.

"Logan, take the day off, you need to recover some more. I know how you feel after one of these, you need more rest. I'll go and tell Thomas what's going on with you today and check up on you later, okay?"

Logan smiled softly, he was grateful to Patton for knowing his limits, even better than he did at some points. "I'll go back after breakfast, it is after all, the most important meal of the day."

The silence grew around the table. It was unnervingly quiet until Patton cracked one of his classic dad jokes, then the whole table broke out into a fit of snickers. Pancakes, waffles, and bacon all but forgotten as the four began giggling more ferociously. Logan's day wouldn't go to plan, but he has a feeling that it was going to be much better than he had planned.

The four had eventually quit giggling and finished breakfast. Each cleared their plates and the designated dishes crew, which today was Roman and Anxiety, started on dishes.

Logan returned to his room, yawned and softly smiled.

He sat on the edge of his bed and squeezed his eyes shut, he heaved a heavy sigh, he then opened his eyes, he can do this, he can pretend the only feelings that he has for Patton are platonic, after all, Patton could never feel that way about him.

"He doesn't feel that way about you," he heard a voice not dissimilar to his own say. It couldn't have been said aloud, he is the only one in the room and he was sure he wasn't voicing his thoughts out loud. He frowned and squinted his eyes untrusting of the empty room.

Well, there is no one else in the vicinity, he must have said that aloud. He stood up and grabbed his night clothes from his drawer and dressed himself. He stretched one last time before curling in on himself and crawling back into bed.

He was about to return to his dreams when Patton joined him in the room. "Do you need anything, bud?"

Logan shook his head slightly, he didn't need anything at the moment. As he saw Patton about to leave, he felt his stomach grow cold and his heart grow the dark, sticky pit he was overly familiar with. "Could you stay here, just until I fall asleep, for some reason, I feel... uneasy..."

Patton nodded and Logan slowly drifted off.