Sanders Sides Oneshots/Short Stories

Touch Starved Roman (Platonic DLAMPR)

Characters: Roman, Logan, Janus, Remus, Virgil, Patton

Word count: 2147

TWs: swearing, touch starvation, self deprecating, injuries, horrible writing

(writing Logan is so hard) Logan's POV:

Roman was touch starved. There was no denying it, not after the way he had reacted to something even as small as Logan accidentally brushing his hand while handing the creative side his coffee this morning, jerking his hand back and causing the cup to clatter on the floor, spilling coffee everywhere. Of course, he played it off easily, his princely attitude coming back twice as extravagant, as he usually did when his dramatic persona faltered.

Now Logan was sitting at the neatly organized dark-oak desk in his room, trying to figure out how to approach the princely aspect on the subject. He was off early to his daily adventure to the Imagination, probably not to be back until well after the others had gone to bed, usually not until past midnight. It was understandable that he wanted to avoid Dece- Janus after the events of the latest Sanders Sides video, but this level of avoidance was simply unnecessary. He could at least come back for dinner, thus sparing Patton the disappointment.

Logan sighed as he watched the clock in his room. 2:46. Roman still hadn't returned yet, he'd have heard the door to the house in the Mindscape they all shared open. Roman would usually be "too exhausted to sink down back into the house after a day of adventuring and slaying Dragon Witches," as he explained with an overly dramatized yawn. Logan had responded with, "If you want me to leave you alone, you could simply say it instead of making sure it's noticeable above everything else." Looking back at it, he supposed it sounded a bit hostile, and Logan felt a small pang of guilt in his stomach.

He heard a door- the back door- shut softly from his room and remembered what he was thinking about. He decided to go downstairs to investigate after the lack of a certain prince stomping up the stairs. Tiptoeing down the stairs as not to wake anyone else, he made his way to the kitchen- where the back door was located- and stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. Roman was clutching to the counter weakly at an attempt to keep his balance. Surprisingly enough, he hardly had any outer injuries- aside from the occasional scratch and bruise- but was having trouble standing nonetheless.

Roman hadn't seemed to notice the other standing across from him yet, and tried to lower himself slowly to the ground, but ended up failing overall and landing on his back with a thump. He shakily sat up with a groan, before falling again, losing consciousness.

Logan suppressed a gasp when he saw the princely one pass out, and managed to keep quiet as he clutched the other side and sank them both down into the logical one's room.

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Logan sat at his desk working when he heard a mutter come from his bed. "Wha..." Roman looked around, confused, then saw Logan whirl around from his position at the desk.

"Are you okay? You lost consciousness in the kitchen, and it's been..." he stopped to do a quick calculation, "about 1 hour and 43 minutes since then. Why were you out so late?"

Roman, in his dazed state, barely heard half of what Logan said, and with a concerned glance from the latter, the aforementioned trait collapsed back onto the bed.

Shit, thought Logan as he bolted up from his spot at the desk. He needed to check for signs of a concussion! The logical side ran to the side of his bed, and shook Roman awake, saying, "Roman. Wake up, I need to check for signs of a concussion." Roman stirred, and Logan was quick to remove his hands from the princely one; he knew that for touch-starved people, even the slightest bit of contact could overwhelm you.