•Sander Sides Smut and Stuff•

•Memorable Night•

(As you can tell, I like to write smut that has a bit of story before it, sorry not sorry. Also can I just say, THE NEW EPISODE IS SO GOOD!!!)
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Patton × Logan
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[Warning; Smut, Swearing and yeah, you get it...]
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[Patton's Perspective]

I'm worried. I really am.

Usually Virgil is the one worrying, but since I'm the core of ALL of Thomas' emotions, I can worry too.

I'm writing down my thoughts in my journal. Oh gosh, this book...
This journal holds all my thoughts I don't wanna think about. Mostly my worrys, but also.... dirty stuff. I can't imagine what would happen if ANYONE found this book...

Anyway, with a shake of my head I get up of the ground and put my book away. I make sure it's well hidden behind other books before I leave my room.

I slowly look down the hall to the door that goes to the side's room.

Logan's Room.

I walked down the hall casually and forced a smile. No other side can see me when I'm sad, or else they'll get upset and-

"Y-you can come in Patton"
I hear a faint mumble behind Logan's door. I look to the doorknob and did a double take.

I slowly open the door and I slip in. I don't look around the room until the door is closed.

"Hey Logan, I came to see-"

My smile dropped.

Logan's room was covered in books. Open books, books stacked, books lazily put on shelves. No space was left empty. Logan was facing his back to me, in the center of the room. I saw him vigorously writing notes of some kind into one of several notebooks.

"What do you need Patton?"
He stops writing and turns his head so I can only see the side of his face. His hair is all messy, and he looks... tired...

"Logan... care to explain? What are you doing?" I reply in a worried tone. I slap my hand over my mouth and curl my legs to my chest, almost sitting on the black carpet.

Will he think I'm worried now?

The logical side turns to write something quickly, then works his way around the books on the floor. He kneels down to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. I look up to him.

Logan is trying to act fine, I can tell. He is weakly smiling and he has horrible bags under his eyes.
He loses his balance, even when crouching. He falls into my legs and falls asleep on the spot. I stare at him for a few minutes before shuffling out from under his weight.

I snap my fingers and Logan is put on his bed. I go over to him and take his glasses off. I also put a light blanket over him. I then go get him a new pair of clothes and write a note to put on top of the clothes.

Turning to look around the room once more, I put my hands on my hips.
"Time to get to work"

[4 HOUR TIME SKIP]
(Annnnnd...)

[Logan's Perspective]

I feel myself falling out of sleep. Wait, was I sleeping? NononoNO! I have work to do! I, I....