Maybe {Logicality}

Month two (Logan's POV)

TW: EATING DISORDER

It's been a month since the incident with depression. Virgil is recovering well. Deceite is still not eating. Pranks has become more open.

But Patton isn't here.

The last piece of our puzzle was missing. Captured by depression and who knows where. I miss him.

We've been trying to form a plan to get him back or find him at all. But so far nothing.

I sighed and sat down at the table, a plate of plain scrambled eggs in front of me. As it turns out, Patton was the only one who knew how to cook.

Deceit walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

"Would you like some eggs?" I asked him.

"Thanks," he said, "I'm hungry."

I sighed, "When was the last time you ate?"

I had asked him this every week at least. His answer was always the same.

"I know,"

I snapped, "WHY WON'T YOU EAT ANYTHING?"

Deceit glared at me, "Why don't you care?!"

"Because Patton cared and told me to help you!"

"So you don't have to?!"

"Yes! No! I-!" I sighed, "I'm trying to give you a chance,"

"Lo-lo? Decy?"

We looked over at the entryway. Imaj was standing there. He had his yellow-gold blanket draped over his shoulders.

"Goodbye Imaj, how long haven't you been sitting there?" Deceit said.

"Decy, are you really not eating?"

Deceit looked at the ground, not answering.

"Deceit." Imaj said firmly, "Are you eating?"

"Yes..."

"Oh, Decy, why?" The youngest's cried. He ran up and hugged Deceit, "I can feel your ribs,"

Deceit hugged back, but didn't say anything. Then it clicked.

"You have anorexia nervosa," I said.

He looked up at me sadly, "no..."

I shook my head and went over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a jar. No, not Crofters. Cookies. Peanut butter chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. I put three on a plate and poured some grape juice into a glass. I set the food in front of Deceit.

1097 calories.

"Sit. Eat." I told him.

He sat down and picked up one of the cookies, but he didn't eat it. Imaj pulled up a chair next to Deceit. The younger took a cookie from the jar and started nibbling on it. I did too.

The deceptive trait watched us eat, but didn't take a bite of his own food. Imaj finished his cookie.

"Decy," he said, "Please eat?"

Deceit looked down for a moment, then took the smallest bite of his cookie. Then a slightly bigger bite. Then the first cookie was gone.

I smirked. He nearly attacked the second cookie, devouring it quickly. The third cookie stood even less of a chance. The grape juice lasted a full five seconds.

He stared at the empty plate and glass in shock, almost fear.

"I didn't just eat all of that," Deceit said in disbelief.

"Yep!" Imaj said, hugging the lying trait.

"How much do you weigh?" I asked.

"I don't weigh 95 pounds," Deceit was still staring at the plate when he responded.

Imaj blinked in surprise, "Decy..."

I sighed and sat down, "Deceit, you know that's very underweight,"

"No," he said.

"Then why?"

"I don't want to be thin. Not the thinnest. Not so small I can dissapear like I'm not supposed to." Tears started falling down his face, taking a crooked path through his scales, "I didn't want something that I could control."

"What do you mean? Something you can control?" I was confused.

"Decy can't tell the truth," Imaj said, "even if he wants to, he can only lie."

It was quiet. Deceit dried his tears. We sat in silence for a while, the jar of cookies in between us.

"Can- can I not have another cookie?" Deceit asked shyly.

"Of course," I said, pushing the jar over to him, "have as many as you'd like."

"Where didn't you get these?" Deceit asked, grabbing another cookie.

"I made them," I replied

"You can bake?" Imaj said.

I blushed a little, "I was looking through Patton's cookbook... The Mind Palace didn't seem the same without cookies."

"Well I'm sure when Patton is back he'll bake all the cookies in the world!" Imaj giggled.

I smiled, "I'm sure he will,"

"Uh huh! He'll make chocolate chip,  and sugar cookies, and no bake cookies, and m&m cookies!" Imaj continued, "Maybe he'll make cupcakes too!"

I nodded. I remembered the last time Patton made. He made specific decorations for everyone. Disney for Roman, Nightmare Before Christmas for Virgil, snakes for Deceit and a Steven Universe one for Imaj. Pranks and Missy's looked like confetti poppers. Mine was decorated like space. In the end there wasn't enough for Patton to have one, but he didn't care. As long as his 'kiddos' got some, he was happy.

(The cutest shit just happened!!! My friends girlfriend got her stuff for their 1 month anniversary AND THEY'RE BEING ADORABLE AS HECK!!!)

We- I need him back. I miss him. I miss his cookies. I miss his hugs. I miss his bright smiles. It's only been a month, but it feels like an eternity. Maybe one day this eternity will end...

Maybe...