It had started out like all of their 'dates' had up until now. Roman inviting his 'friend' to watch a movie with him, either creating a movie theatre in the imagination part of their hosts' mind or just them pilling up in front of the tv with blankets, popcorn and a glass of wine.
Everytime the creative trait noticed that Logan was stressed, working late nights to get projects he found important enough done in time or even turning more into Logic than Logan, meaning he would work himself six feet under if one of them would not stop him and force him to get rest, he would take him aside and ask for a night out.
This way Logan would get his relaxation and Roman would get an evening filled with the rare smile and soft and vulnerable look that the other would often hide away.
It had started out like all of their 'dates' had started out indeed. But as Roman looked at the almost empty wine bottle in front of them, and the two glasses, his half- full while Logan took the bottle and emptied the last bit of the rich red beverage into it, he realised the other had never drunk this much, he also realised why he had not done so, the logical trait emptied his glass in one go and plopped onto the couch again, throwing his arms around him loosely.
"Logan dear, I don't think you can handle your alcohol as well as you seemed to have thought you could." He said, looking at the tipsy man in front of him.
He mentally scratched the word tipsy and replaced it with 'drunk' as Logan rolled up like a newborn kitten and laid himself across Romans lap.
Said trait, face resembling a tomato more than anything, felt his whole body stiffen as Logan turned, head facing his belly as his arms wrapped around the creative side's waist clumsily, smiling tiredly as he did so.
The door opened slowly as Virgil walked in, looked at them for a split second, mouthed the word 'nope' and made a 360, closing the door behind him.
And Roman just chuckled lightly, at both the anxious trait and at his ridiculous situation, his hand now combing through Logan's hair, surprised at how soft it appeared to be."Hmmm. Love you, Ro." Roman hummed, not able to wipe the smile that had settled on it as soon as he spoke the first word of off his face.
"As do I Lo."
They sat in that same position for half an hour, hand combing through Logan's hair as he seemed to slowly drift off to dreamland, their peaceful gettogether only disturbed as Patton quietly opened the door, his whole being softening at the peaceful sight of the two of them just simply enjoying each others company.
He walked towards them slowly, a light blue blanket folded up neatly in his hand which he unfolded and spread out over the now lightly snoring Logan who, as Roman noticed in utter glee, still had a soft, peaceful smile plastered on his face.
"G'night kiddo," Patton whispered, planting a kiss on Romans head, bowing down to do the same to the sleeping trait in his lap before turning around and tiptoeing out of the room, the prince-like side making a mental note to thank him for the blanket first thing in the morning.
But for now, he waited, carefully picking up Logan who, as if on reflex, cuddled closer to his chest while Roman laid down, his own legs now on the couch as well, laying down the Logical trait on his chest once he had done so.
And as Logan, whose head was resting on the other's chest, was vaguely aware of the slow and steady beat of Romans heart before falling back into deep slumber, Roman focused his thoughts, body relaxing as he wrapped his arms around the other, looking up at hundreds of glow in the dark star stickers that he and Patton had stuck to the ceiling a few memories ago.
It had started out as all of their other 'dates' had started out.
But this ended up being so much better.
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Sanders Sides- Oneshots
FanficA collection of my mostly angsty, poorly written stories about these idiots in various scenarios. I do not have a proper updating schedule as I do not know when I shall be able to write or when I have the inspiration to do so. Please be patient and...