Point of View: Omniscient, Third Person
Timeline: Fifty-Two Years in the Future
"Lo? Logan, are ya in here?" Patton poked his head inside Logic's room, scanning with his eyes scrunched up in concentration.
Neither of them looked like they used to when they were in their prime. Logan's hair was now a dark gray and frown marks were permanently engraved in his face, especially between his eyebrows.
Patton's hair was a much lighter gray but he remained just as naïve as always. His glasses prescription had gotten much stronger which made his eyes appear much bigger than before. Somewhere along the line of life, smile marks had shown up at the corners of his eyes - as expected from someone who smiled so much.
"Saluations, Patton," Logan glanced up from his place on his bed, scribbling almost frantically in a notebook, surrounded by bundles of crumpled paper (Logan still preferred handwriting his thoughts, even though his handwriting was much shakier than it used to be). "And this is my room, who else were you expecting to find?"
Patton just shrugged, hugging the doorframe, not actually entering Logan's room. "... Ya know, it's kinda gettin' late," Logan didn't respond. Patton hesitantly continued. "And... I was wonderin' when you were plannin' on eatin' dinner."
"I'll eat right after I finish, I promise," Logan answered distractedly, pausing momentarily to rip the page he had been working on and crumpled it, the crumpled ball joining many others on the floor as he starting over again.
"Logan," Patton chastised. "You gotta eat, now," he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"I'll take care of everything shortly, Patton. You go to bed, you are in need of an adequate amount of sleep just as much as the others."
Patton didn't say anything for a moment, before crossing his arms over his chest, stubbornly. "I'm not leavin' 'til ya at least stop workin' on... whatever you're workin' on," he said decisively.
Logan sighed, handwriting coming to a pause. "Very well," he conceded, rising to his feet - wincing a bit at the stiffness that shortly followed. "I assume you will be joining me?"
"If ya don't mind," Patton admitted sheepishly, face flushing a bit. "But I understand if ya wanna be by yourself. I just haven't talked to ya all day. I miss youuuu," Patton ended with a big sunshine-style smile.
Logan chuckled a bit at that, catching Patton by surprise, although not unpleasantly. Usually he had to work a lot harder to get Logan to even smile.
"Very well," Logan said, setting his papers aside and getting to his feet, stretching - stiff from sitting there for so long. "Lead the way," he said, gesturing down towards the kitchen.
Patton lead the way happily, humming some happy tune all the way there. It was such an innocent action that Logan couldn't help it.
Logan ate the pasta that Patton had prepared, while Patton chatted, filling the silence.
"What's your favorite part of the universe? Is it the planets or stars? Why do you like the universe so much?" Patton tilted his head to the side, curiously.
Logan smiled into his plate, thinking for a long time about how exactly he wanted to respond.
"I have a lot of favorite parts," he started carefully. "I love my universe. There's not a how or why for it, I just... do."
Patton seemed to like that answer. "So... if ya found a little universe and got to name it, what would ya?"
Logan smirked. "I already have all the universe I could ever ask for. I'm perfectly happy with my little universe."
