Thomas Sanders Sides One-shots

What's Up (Part 3)

Lots of angst. It gets a little too real.

Logan gulped as he made his way towards the lounge where Patton was sat drawing.

Patton glanced up as he entered and his face flashed with what could have either been anger or hurt but Logan wasn't too sure as it quickly disappeared before he could tell.

Patton turned back to his drawing, not offering any kind of greeting or indication that he had seen Logan.

"Patton?" Logan asked cautiously.

Patton looked up again, an eyebrow raised in a way that looked odd on his usually cheerful face. "What do you need Logan? I'm rather busy doing frivolous activities right now."

Logan fought back a wince as Patton spoke in a bitter sounding voice. "I want to talk to you about something."

Patton huffed and put aside his drawing. "You have my attention, start speaking or start leaving."

Logan sighed "it's about the argument we had recently."

Patton stood up, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "What argument? I don't recall us having an argument. Merely a disagreement of sorts where one of us decided that the other person couldn't possibly have anything that was important to do because, in the eyes of one of us, that person is too stupid to be able to handle anything important therefore they must be stuck with the useless unimportant things that don't matter or play a significant role in anything major."

Logan took a step back as Pattons voice rose, his eyes wide as he spotted the emotional traits hands clenching into fists.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Logan managed to get out and Patton froze for a second.

Eventually he pushed past his initial shock and bellowed "You're sorry? It's a bit late for that now isn't it? Where was your apology last week when I was crying over whether or not I was actually useful to Thomas? Where was your apology when I snapped at Virgil because I was so worked up over what you said? Where the fuck was your apology when you stood there all smug and called me puerile, which is synonymous with frivolous you lying morosoph! Shove your apology down your throat and choke on it for all I care!"

Patton stormed out of the room, leaving Logan gobsmacked, an unsettling silence falling on the mindspace as he tried to work out what had just happened.

After several minutes Deciet appeared with wide eyes. "Patton just yelled at you and swore at you. He also didn't accept your apology. I... I actually have no idea what we're going to do now."

Logan looked at Deciet and managed to ask "What.... What does Morosoph mean?"

Deciet frowned. "Why would you think I would know? You're supposed to be the intelligent one, shouldn't you know what it means already? I'm more focused on trying to figure out how to clean up your mess."

"I don't see how I've created a mess, the floor appears quite clean to me." Logan said and Deciet took a deep breath before speaking in a quiet voice.

"Logan, if I didn't think Patton would tell me off for getting blood on the floor, I would punch you in the face so hard right now. I didn't mean a literal mess, I meant the situation with Patton is a mess."

Logan quickly thought of something to change the topic, just in case Deciet decided he didn't care what Patton would say. "Where are Virgil and Roman?"

"They've gone to speak to Thomas, not sure how long they'll be but I've been given the boring task of keeping watch on you so you don't make things worse." Deciet said with a glare.
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