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STORYTIME!
"Tell us a story, Patton!"
The company workers would ask every day on their lunch break, and every day the stepson of the company's boss would happily comply and make up a brand new story to tell. Logan was never a fan. He just worked in the tech part of the company. He was an office man wanting to bring home the bacon by doing what he does best: coding. However Patton was a cute boy so he would pretend not to care but secretly listen in to whatever story he made up for the day. Recently a shared theme was space.
"Ummm... I dunno. I don't have anything good today. Well... someone give me a random space fact and I'll make a story about it!"
A random space fact? Some useless trivia that nobody will really care about but in one random moment some space trivia is needed so finally he has reason to exist? Logan cleared his throats buying himself time and getting everyone's attention. Logan fixed his glasses and felt eyes on him. Time to get the best space fact ever! But... it has to be something easy so Patton could make a story on. Patton loves the constellations and stuff so perhaps something about the stars?
"Crux, the Southern Cross Constellation, is the smallest constellation in the sky made of only four stars."
Patton's face lit up with joy, but instantly curled downwards in pity. Logan dipped his tea, ready for whatever treat Patton had for them today. He turned back around, pretending not to listen and burying his nose in a book. He's read it over thirty times before. It was practically memorized. He could pretend to listen and be happy.
"Okay! So once upon a time there was a tiny constellation named Crux, and poor little Crux was always jealous of their friends: Ara, Dorado, and Pyxis. They all had so many stars and we're so beloved by astronomers! Meanwhile they were just a simple little cross. Who would love a tiny cross that was made of only four stars that didn't burn as bright as all their friends'? So Crux felt all alone in the Southern Sky."
Patton paused for a while, clearly blanking for a next plotpoint. The room was uncomfortably silent. Logan internally groaned. He didn't like to be too involved with this. The reason? Patton wasn't even supposed to be here! He's supposed to stay in his Stepfather's office all day but he always sneaks out. Anyone who talks to him or plays with him is in trouble. Why? Because his stepfather doesn't want anyone distracted. He knows how cute his son is, and how Pansexual too. Ah, the situation. Correct. Perhaps Logan can discretely lead him down the path to finishing the story? He doesn't want to break the rules, rules being very important to him, however....
"The Summer Triangle is made of three stars, however it isn't a constellation. It is three different stars from three different constellations. Even so, it is recongnixed by astronomers even more so than the three individual constellations."
Patton listened carefully to the fact, face brightening up with happiness. Good, he deserves to be happy. Logan his his face in his book when he felt his cheeks heating up. Drat. His homoromanticism strikes again. Patton giggled, placing everything around in his head. Yep, he has a story now. Logan refreshed his psychological server so he could listen to whatever story Patton had to tell. But that smile he gave him... Logan.exe had officially crashed for a moment there.
"But then Crux Met the Summer Triangle and they felt okay with only having four stars. Summer Triangle only has three! They aren't technically a constellation, but they want to be one! Crux accepts them for who they are and they became their best friend! There's always a happy ending out there! Crux and the Summer Triangle prove it! The End!"
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