Sanders Sides ONE SHOTS

Compliment Me • Analogical

Story 4/12 of the Pride Month series

Inspired by the photo above.

Literally nobody reads this anymore.

This is a universe where Remy and Emile Picani can interact with the sides... but aren't an actual side, because, you know, Thomas himself said that Remy isn't a side, and Dr. Picani is from a different series entirely.

Warning:
- Some swear words
- Um I think that's it?
- A tiny bit of angst at the end I guess (happy ending though)

Logan was knowledgeable in a great deal of subjects. He had an astounding talent for solving mathematic equations and using mathematic formulas, mixing and balancing chemicals, and even had an entire dictionary in his brain filled with words that certainly weren't infinitesimal. 

However, one subject that he unfortunately wasn't skilled in, was love. He wasn't even good with emotions period, but love and affection is that one category that absolutely confuses him beyond belief. You can't use a mathematical formula to measure love, so what's the point?

Logan felt especially bad when he admitted to his boyfriend, Virgil, that he actually had zero knowledge in the love department. All of the sides knew that Logan wasn't skilled in emotions, but he had convinced them that he was somewhat experienced in the love department. That obviously was a complete falsehood and earned him a long lecture with Deceit.

Virgil had sympathized with him and assured him that not knowing anything about love is completely okay and normal. The anxious facet had even admitted that he himself wasn't that skilled in love, and the only knowledge he had about it was thanks to Roman. For this, Logan was forever grateful.

Virgil and Logan had mutually agreed that they would take things slow and learn as they go, and, considering they had just gotten past the kissing stage, they certainly had a long way to go.

However, ever since the beginning of their romantic relationship, Virgil had been slowly and subtly working his way up to teaching Logan how to effectively compliment someone. Virgil had noticed that Logan's compliments weren't the greatest... putting it nicely. Virgil had an impeccable skill of complimenting people when he wants to, but Logan, not so much. He can't give someone a half decent compliment to save his life.

So, what's the logical thing to do? Was it to help Logan by teaching him how to effectively compliment someone? No! Of course not! The obvious logical thing to do was to compliment him way too many times throughout a typical day until Logan snaps and compliments him back, hopefully with something that Virgil has already said. Virgil was no creativity, but should work... right?

"Hey, Lo! Baby! You're just dashing today," Virgil smiled as he cheerily skipped into the kitchen, where Logan was leaning over the marble countertop, staring aimlessly at a pot of coffee that he had been preparing. Said man swivelled his head around to see what face met the sudden voice. He smiled softly when he saw it was none other than his lovely boyfriend.

"Hey Virge," He drowsily greeted, still suffering from his post-sleep fatigue. "And, thanks," He didn't even think to return the compliment. That's just not how Logan's brain functioned, and frankly, Virgil was tired of it.

"And you know, even though we're all aspects of Thomas and all have the same eye, your eyes are just so god damn delectable," Virgil continued to seemingly ineffectively compliment his dear boyfriend. Why couldn't Logan just use that big brain of his to search through the web and find some cute compliments?

Logan's brain seemed to have malfunctioned for a split second before he spoke up. "I'm appreciate that thought process, Virgil."

Virgil sighed with loud, immense exasperation and rolled his eyes dramatically, although Logan was still staring mindlessly at the pot of coffee that was still brewing, and quite clearly couldn't see him.