Dance With Deceit

Confessions

Warnings: Brief mild language 

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A couple of weeks passed by and the four Sides found themselves eating breakfast together. As usual, it was quiet and awkward between all of them. Virgil stared at his food without looking at the others while Roman appeared to be distracted with his own thoughts, ignoring Patton's attempts to engage in conversation, and Logan...

Well, Logan was happy.

He hummed a tune to himself while he sipped his coffee and did a crossword puzzle, pausing occasionally to take a bite of the scrambled eggs and bacon Patton had made for them.

"Um, want some Crofters for your toast?" Patton asked.
"Oh yes, thank you." Logan didn't take his eyes off the crossword. Patton smiled (albeit a confused smile) and went to grab a jar out of the fridge. The fact that Logan hadn't retrieved the jar himself was slightly concerning to Patton.

Not once in his life since discovering Crofters did Logan fail to have a jar with breakfast. Still, he supposed that even Logan forgot things sometimes. He got a jar out and set it on the table beside Logan. "Here ya go!" He chirped.

"Thank you Patton." Logan didn't even glance at the jar.
"You're welcome Lo!" Patton managed to keep smiling, even though he was truly starting to worry about Logan. He glanced at Roman and Virgil and wondered if either of them noticed, but both were still trying to avoid interacting with anyone.

Patton sighed and slumped dejectedly in his seat. What was the point of pretending to be happy if no one was paying attention to him anyway?

Logan finished his coffee and went to clear his dishes. "Thank you for breakfast, Patton."
"No problem!" Patton beamed. Logan continued humming to himself as he retrieved his crossword from the table. "If anyone needs me I'll be in my room."

"Oh, okay Logan. Have fun!"
Logan nodded before heading upstairs, and Patton didn't know if it was his imagination or not, but he could have sworn that there was a light skip in Logan's step.

Patton turned to Roman and Virgil and cleared his throat. When neither responded he did it again, only this time much louder and even banged his hand on the table. Virgil let out a startled yelp and Roman grabbed his fork off the table and wielded as a sword while looking around wildly.

"Sorry kiddos! Just needed to get your attention!" Patton smiled sweetly before propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin on the back of his hands. "Have either of you noticed anything, different, about Logan lately?"

"What do you mean Padre?" Roman asked, glancing at the fork in his hand and slowly lowering it onto the table.

"Are you talking about how he's been uncharacteristically chipper while the rest of us have been sulking around feeling sorry for ourselves for whatever reason?" Virgil leaned back in his chair with his hands in his pockets. Still not looking at anyone.

"Exactly!" Patton, while concerned for Logan, couldn't hide how happy he was to be talking with the others again. "I mean, whenever we spend time together, he's always so happy! Not this it's a bad thing but, he also seems distracted at the same time. He didn't even touch his jar of Crofters this morning! I even got his favorite flavor!"

"Hm, I don't know what could be causing him to act this way." Roman glanced at Patton. "Unless..."
"Unless?" Virgil still didn't look at him.
"You said he's been spending time with you, Patton?" Roman leaned forward slightly.

"Yep!" Patton nodded.

"I see..." Roman grinned. "Well, I think I've figured out the cause."
"You have?" Virgil asked skeptically.
"What is it?" Patton leaned forward eagerly.

"Sorry, I can't say." Roman rose dramatically from his seat. "I am under oath."

"Under oath? Roman just tell us!" Virgil finally looked at him.