Sanders Sides Smut

Logicality

Prompt: Thomas trying to help and figuring out a lot about himself. Or the Sides.

Warnings: capslock, smut, bit of angst

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"Thomas? Can I please have a second of your time?", Logan asked, pushing his glasses further up his nose with his finger. Thomas almost dropped his cup of coffee he just made. "Oh my goodness Logan! What are you doing?? I'm not at home right now!". Only Joan and Talyn knew the Sides were real and not fictional and Thomas rather kept it that way. Logan looked around him. "Oh apologies for the inconvenience. And my compliments again on the new office. It looks very satisfactory to the idea I had". Thomas chuckled. "It's based on your idea. But I couldn't go through with everything since some parts weren't...realistic". Logan snorted, something he didn't do much and Thomas gave him a look. "My ideas are always realistic, Thomas. I strive for your wellbeing and meeting the deadlines".
"Logan, what has a hot tub to do with deadlines? You lost me there".
Logan's expression was almost hilarious. A...what?".

"A hot tub!", Patton exclaimed cheerful, rising up next to Logan and poked him in his waist. The logical trait let out a sound that was between a giggle and a cry. Thomas and Patton looked at him in wonder, Patton's face lightning up like the sun. Before anyone could react Logan sank out with the excuse to do some 'work'.

"Ahhh, I was looking forward to have some cuddles with him", Patton pouted. Thomas eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Cuddles?? You do realize you all are merely sides of me? How do you...what...", Thomas said with clear confusion on his face. Patton smiled.

"We might not be able to interact psychically with each other on camera, but we surely can in the mindscape. And Logan is the only one who rejects any kind of touching. He even seems to...avoid me"

The dad figure got a sad look on his face and Thomas nodded in understanding. "And you have no idea why? I have been feeling a bit odd recently. Are you two fighting?". Patton shook his head. "Not at all. Things like what just happened occur frequently and he seems to...shut down and almost run away. I tried to talk, but he won't let me...".
His shoulders drooped and he looked down on his feet. Thomas gently squeezed his shoulder and felt the familiar static spark that made them part immediately. Still, Patton liked it when Thomas took the effort to calm him down and make him feel better.
"I'm sorry, Thomas...I don't mean to bother you at work..."
"It's alright, Pat. Don't you worry. Do you want me to talk to Logan tonight?".
Patton looked up. "Would you do that for me?". Thomas smiled.
"Everything for my favorite dad", he said and winked. Patton chuckled. "Don't let your dad hear you". After that he sank out with his Patton-ish smile. Thomas shook his head.
"You know...if I hadn't known, I'd say you're absolutely crazy, talking to yourself".
"Joan, if there's anyone crazy it's the both of us", Thomas snorted, turning around to see his best friend Joan. They smirked. "At least I don't have date with myself tonight"...

That night Thomas sat down on the couch and called Logan. The logical trait immediately rose up and corrected his glasses. "You called, Thomas?".
Thomas nodded. "Yes I have. Listen, buddy, we need to talk. There's something bothering me and I believe it leads to you".
Logan looked a bit disappointed, probably at himself and sat next to Thomas. "What did I do wrong?".

Thomas shook his head. "You haven't done anything wrong. I just feel a bit odd and I already had a talk with..a certain side, who said they were fine. But they seemed to notice you're a bit tense lately. And it worries them".
Logan frowned. "Why would Virgil come to you instead to me?".
Thomas blinked. Was Logan really that easy in thinking that everything related to worry came from Virgil?
"Is there something wrong, Logan? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?".