(A/N:) Hey guys, Sammy here. So I know I've got some requests to get to (which I will) but I really wanted to get down to writing the second part of this onesot. Enjoy and, as always, comments are appreciated.
(Also sorry guys when I first put up this chapter it was labeled logicality and I meant logince)
Third Person P.O.V:
It had been a couple of days since Logan had caught Roman in his lowly state and though he'd calmed down some with the aid of the logical trait at the time, it didn't cease his gnawing worry. His concerns hadn't diminished, not nearly, and now he had an even more pressing issue on his mind. Logan and his impending conversation still hadn't happened.
At first, he thought – or perhaps prayed – that Logan had just forgotten about it all and dropped it completely. But of course, that hadn't happened and was simply wishful thinking. Logan never forgot information, especially if it was important and, damn it, this was important. Though Logan wasn't the best at dealing with issues of emotion he did his absolute best, Roman could see that. God, he wished he'd been able to see it before, back when he thought of Logan as an utter nuisance and one who sometimes brought the group down. He'd been so stupidly foolish not to see Logan for who he was ... but he didn't want to admit to that. Couldn't admit to that.
"Roman?" He was jerked from his thoughts when he looked to see Logan standing in front of him. He was seated on the sofa, not staring at anything particular, his mind wandering. He realized that Virgil and Patton who'd been there before had left, probably to go watch The Nightmare Before Christmas or something in Patton's room and snuggle. He hated to admit it but the puffball and emo nightmare was pretty gosh darn cute together, and he was happy that Virgil was finally becoming more at ease. He wished he could say the same about himself.
"Yes, Logan? Did you need me for something? A quest perhaps?" he tried, damn he really did try, to sound put together and calm in the presence of the Logical trait, but when push came to shove he sounded just as nervous as he felt and it was killing him. Logan looked at him, concern slipping through the cracks of his calm and professional exterior as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, straightening them as he looked at Roman with a hand planted firmly on his hip.
"No, no, nothing of that sort. I've given you some time since we last had a serious conversation, and though I realize you haven't come to me saying that you are ready to have a talk, I'm afraid I cannot wait any longer. I would like to do so now, to work out an issue that we can determine. It isn't good to be upset and not tell anyone, and I don't want it to hinder you in any way." Roman tried to smile, though it looked just as plastered on as it was. He gulped, his throat suddenly feeling tight as he nodded, his back stiffening.
"Right, right. Sure thing, Microsoft Nerd. Let's talk," he said, a remark that under any other circumstance would earn a groan or some other sense of annoyance from Logan, but it never came. He simply looked worried, far more worried then he ever did any other time and that only seemed to worsen Roman's anxieties.
He was furious with himself for being as well ... afraid as he was. He was a prince, for crying out loud! Princes are supposed to be brave and strong, reliable and the vanquishers of evil. He was supposed to a protector, and his own stupid emotions weren't supposed to get in the way of that. He wasn't supposed to be a coward.
Logan sat down beside Roman, folding his hands in his lap and staring at the creative trait with almost piercing eyes. This wasn't going to be good but Roman didn't have any way out. If he could just muscle through this without revealing too much he would be in the clear, he would be alright. Yeah right. Like he could outsmart Logan.
"So," Logan said, slicing through the silence that had hung in the air for a few too many moments, "What seems to be the trouble?" The question, though simple, hit Roman all together like a speeding bullet. What seems to be the trouble? The real question should've been what didn't seem to be the trouble. It was obvious that people didn't value princes as much anymore, and all those who watched the videos in turn no longer valued him. He was no longer important, and if he wasn't important to the viewers that were keeping Thomas employed, then how long would it be until the other sides no longer valued him? He needed to fix things, to be better and come up with better ideas. Nothing was good enough, though, damn it nothing was working. He'd been trying so hard, having so much on his mind but keeping it all to himself. He wasn't enough for anyone, not even himself. And his newfound attachment to Logan, accursed and unwanted as it was, was just the cherry on top of all of this. They were finally beginning to slowly come to an understanding and become more friendly with one another, but his heart just had to become enraptured by Logan and everything he was. He was just so cool; in a way, he didn't understand. How could he compare? He couldn't.
