Why Are We (Best) Friends?

Fuck Me

The Present.

Patton flug Remus's door open so fast there was briefly a void where it bluntly cut through and the air was too slow to refill the space.

And he caught the doorknob quickly before it knocked a hole in the wall because he wasn't actually going to trash his friend's place. That would be a dick move.

Patton made a beeline for Remus's bed. Pulling out the mini fridge tucked underneath, not yet pausing to properly acknowledge Remus.

"Patton?"

"Remus."

"What happened?"

"What do you think."

Patton tipped his head back and—

Remus snatched it from Patton's hands and promptly poured the unholy liquid on his carpet. What? Do you really think he cares more about a stain on his stupid carpet than his best friends mental breakdown? Shame. Shame on you.

Patton mournfully watched it sink into the carpet. There was a look in his eyes Remus knew meant he was mentally debating. "If you lick that off the floor I will disown you," he snapped him out of it.

...

Coming to settle beside Patton, he rested a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me what happened, Puppy," Remus carefully told him. He applied a warm, gentle pressure with his palm to Patton's shoulder, who subconsciously leaned into the touch, knowing it helped ground him. The poor touch starved soul. Patton was ravanis for touch.

"Don't call me Puppy. I'm not in the mood," Patton quipped.

"Stop avoiding the question."

"I got rid of my fake friends, happy?"

"You— you w-what?" Remus stammered, his grip briefly wavering, yet Patton collapsed further into him. Remus quickly braced him with his other hand as well. The faintest of smiles grace Patton as his eyes fluttered closed for a second. "So what? I've got you."

"But why even are we friends, Patton?" Remus said, desperately confused. "They're not wrong, you've said so yourself. I'm a bad influence on you."

"You say that as if I'm any better of an influence on you," Patton chided, slurring slightly, but he suddenly felt incredibly, painfully sober. The hopeless hurt in Remus's voice felt like an ice cube sliding down his back.

"Seriously, Patton!"

Patton bit his tongue to repress a comment about Remus being a very un-serious person, or a, "Logan, is that you?" Instead he tried deflecting with a half/mostly-truth.

"It doesn't matter. It never has, we just are what we are and I'm happy with us, aren't you?" He said earnestly.

"It does matter if you're going to give up your life as a light side for me— ditching all your friends— for me! Me, of all people," Remus said, feeling like he was talking to a brick wall. "W-wha— what—" his hysterics muddled his words, "What kind of nutter does that?!"

"A nutter who has thought it's tea time for the past couple years I suppose..." Patton dropped his eyes to his knotted fingers, a dead chuckle on his lips. Patton tripped into thinking of what he's really just done.