And Then He Smiled (Logicality)

Chapter 12 - Royal Intervention

Trigger warning: blood, screaming, beeping, trapped,ghosting mention, nightmare.

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"Roman? What's up?" Patton asked.

It was really late at night, Patton had just put Yvette to sleep and was just about to go to sleep himself.

Roman however, this wasn't late at all, and he had other plans.

"You, you're up," Roman growled into the phone.

If you could see question marks appearing beside someones head in real life, that would be Patton at that moment. "It's late Roman, and what ever do you mean by that?"

"Have you been ghosting Logan?!" Roman quite literally yelled his question to Patton.

Looking like he'd just been punched with the truth, Patton's heavy guilt returned, stronger than ever, "Oh shit..."

There was silence on the other side of the line for a good two and a quarter minutes.

After being stunned to silence, Roman finally regained his composure, "Oh my Heather....Patton what is up with you?"

"Nothing! I promise!" Patton defended himself horribly.

The only way I could describe Roman's face is as if he wanted to say, 'Bitch no'. He sighed quietly, somehow realising that he won't get through to Patton like that, "Please Patton, talk to me,"

"No, you'll be mad at me," Patton complained silently.

"Why would I, we're friends....aren't we?" Roman pushed a little further as this route seemed to work just barely.

Patton's eyes dashed around the apartment, anxiety induced stares at anything out of place or different. He didn't want anyone to know this. It was shameful. "Well I hope so...Roman...I think I'm gay,"

"Hi gay, I'm gay," Roman stated as if it was a well known fact around the entire world.

Silence enveloped the two sides of the call for what I would call an eternity, but I don't know what you would class as eternity, so lets just go with that. The cold wind blowing through the leaves of the trees was loud enough for the one on the other side of the call to hear. They both stood there, breathing into the phone, listening to anything. Tree branches snapped as people walked over them, conversations between drunk people could be heard through the window. The bright moon illuminated Patton's already lit up apartment. The same light flowed through cracks of Roman's blinds into his dark room.

Patton sighed loudly as his slid down his fridge slowly.

"Patton? Buddy? Daddio?" Roman asked into the phone speaker, "Wait...ignore the last word," he laughed for a moment before they were both back into silence.

The man on the floor held his head in his hands as he realised what he'd done, "I'm so fucking stupid," He flatly chuckled as he acknowledged the crushing weight that held him down onto the ground.

"You can fix it...it's not impossible," Roman sympathised as he spoke softly to Patton. He'd been friends with Patton for around the same ammount of time as Logan had been, but never, never in that whole year, he had never seen Patton like this. It was...wrong if you put that feeling into words.

Chuckling again like he was being suffocated, "I...How....I wouldn't know....he definitely hates me..." he stuttered out seemingly happily, not.

"Trying is a start," Roman suggested, opening his blinds, letting the moonlight pour in from the clear night, "The sky's really pretty tonight, isn't it?"