By the time the funeral rolled around Logan had moved out of his room in Emile's house and into a small apartment bringing Patton along with him. He couldn't stand being around that house or the one across the street from it. It was just too much for them.
Emile had been doing better getting back to her work. Logan hadn't heard anything from his father and didn't want to.
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Logan fiddled with his black tie on his suit staring blankly into the bathroom mirror. Everyone else was out there, shaking hands and talking. 'I'm so sorry, 'It was just their time', 'You must feel awful' echoed the voices laced with fake sympathies. People who had never spoken to them before were now recalling fond memories they had shared together like old friends. Logan was sick of it all.
He made his way out of the room and to the empty gathering hall, passing by everyone as he went. It felt unnatural to see Emile dressed in her pitch-black attire that much contrasted the rest of her wardrobe. Logan glanced around the empty room, running a shaky hand through his hair.
The cigarette rested between his fingers as the small flame came to life, filling the small space with the dangerous sent. He raised it to his lips when a familiar voice met his ears.
"..Logan?" Patton's voice called through the otherwise empty room, his voice quiet and shaky. Logan didn't dare turn his head.
"I thought you'd be inside," he said back after a moment. He received no response, the room silent yet deafeningly loud. They stood like that for a while before bringing his hand back up to his mouth. "...I'm an adult Patton. I can make my own decisions," he said placing it in his mouth.
"L-logan, please don't." He spat out louder than he meant to. Logan stopped, raising his gaze to Patton's scared eyes.
"My apologies Patton, I do not know what came over me," he said quietly. "I suppose I wanted to feel something other than.....numb."
Patton's face shifted from scared to comforting. "How bout we sit and talk for a bit alright, Logie" he suggested to his boyfriend.
Logan let out a sigh. "That would be...adequate.." he replied quietly, letting the cigarette drop from his fingers and grinding it under his shoe as his boyfriend's hand locked with his.
Hope you enjoyed the ride.
-Shattered-Starlight
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