Maybe {Logicality}

Month one. (Logan's POV)

T.W.: mention of self harm and implied eating disorder

I sat in the commons, trying to wrap my mind around what happened. Patton was gone. Depression is slowly taking over the Mindscape.

Deceite is still here, but he won't talk. I tried to get him to eat. He refused. Said he wasn't hungry.

It's much too quiet. There's no smell of fresh cookies. Everything seemed dull.

"Logan?"

I look up. Missy's standing in the doorway.

"Can... can I talk to you?

"Of course, Missy," I said.

He made his way over and sat down next to me. He fidgeted with the sleeves of his flannel.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked the boy.

"What's going to happen now?"

I was quiet for a moment.

"I don't know."

Missy looked down. He pulled at a loose string on his flannel. Too quiet.

"I think Pranks is cutting again," he said after what seemed like an eternity.

"Why is that?"

Missy sighed, "he locked himself in the bathroom. I heard him crying. Then he came out wearing his hoodie again." He crossed his arms, hunching over, "I tried talking to him but he didn't want to talk."

"Do you want me to try?" I asked him.

He looked up at me and nodded, "please?"

I whispered an "okay" and stood up, heading for the kids' room. The door was open and I could see Pranks laying on his bed facing the wall. I knocked on the door frame.

"Go away."

"Pranks,"

He stayed quiet. Everything is too quiet. I walked over and sat on the edge of his bed. I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Pranks," I said quietly, "did you hurt yourself?"

He shrugged. I sighed. I rubbed his shoulder.

"Missy's worried about you." I told him, "I am too,"

Quiet.

"Please talk to us, Pranks,"

Quiet.

I sighed, starting to stand. But he grabbed my hand.

"Please stay."

I smiled lightly. Pranks rolled over, reaching up for a hug like a small child. I hugged him back. He curled into me, crying. I just held him, letting his tears soak into my shirt.

"I-I'm sorry Logan," Pranks sniffed.

"Shh, Pranks, you don't have to be sorry," I said, "but, please, next time you feel like hurting yourself tell me, or Missy, or Roman and Virgil."

He nodded, "okay,"

"May I look at your wrists?"

He nodded again, rolling up his sleeves. Angry red marks covered his forearms, some scabbed over, but most were new. I gently ran my fingers over the cuts.

"Oh Pranks," I hugged him.

"I-I should talk to Missy," Pranks said.

We stood up, walking out to the commons. Missy sat on the couch, looking down at the ground. Pranks went up and sat down next to him, pulling him to his chest with one arm. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they ended up crying themselves to sleep, Missy on top of Pranks. I threw a blanket over them and left to check on Roman and Virgil.

I knocked on the door of the creative traits room. Roman insisted that he stayed by Virgil's side, but he couldn't stay in Virgil's room for long due to the nature of the room. Solution: force Virgil to stay in Roman's room.

The door opened to a tired, disheveled Roman.

"How's Virgil?" I asked.

Roman sighed, "he's asleep,"

"May I come in?"

He nodded and stepped out of the way. Virgil was laying on the bed, red sheets pulled up to his stomach, his chest rising and falling softly. He was wearing Roman's Jack Skellington tee-shirt. His hoodie was carefully folded on the end of the bed.

Roman sat down on a chair pulled up to the bed. He grabbed his injured soulmates hand, bringing it up and kissing it. I summoned my own chair and sat down.

"Ro..." Virgil mumbled tiredly.

"I'm here Virgy," Roman said, holding his hand tighter.

"I wanna watcha movie," Virgil said, smirking.

Roman smiled and shook his head, placing a kiss on the others forhead, "What movie?"

Virgil glanced at me before responding, "Big Hero Six."

Roman nodded, then turned to me, "would you like to watch with us?"

"No, I couldn't, I wouldn't want to intrude,"

"Logan, I can tell you need a break," Virgil insisted, "watch with us."

I smiled, "okay."

So Roman picked the movie off a shelf and played it. He layed down next to Virgil, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. I remained in my chair, though I didn't enjoy the movie as much as I usually do. Honey Lemon was so much like Patton.

I vaguely rubbed the spot where my tattoo would be. I wondered about Patton. It's much worse than last time. The depression has gotten stronger. But so has Patton. I don't know what to do. Everything is different this time.

I need Patton back.

I need to talk to him.

I need to make sure he's okay.

I-

I want to kiss him again.

I want to hold him again.

I want to be near him again.

"Logan?" Roman snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Hmm, yes?"

"You good?" He asked, "the movie ended, like, five minutes ago,"

I glanced at the t.v., which was rolling the credits, "so it did, I apologize for overstaying my visit. I should check on Deceite now."

I stood and walked out, closing the door behind me. A quiet sob escaped from my throat.

I miss him.

I quickly composed myself again, heading to the kitchen.

I saw Missy and Pranks still asleep on the couch. I remember when Patton and I fell asleep like that. But that was a long time ago.

Maybe one day we can do that again.

Maybe...