And Then He Smiled (Logicality)

Chapter 23 - Discussions In The Sun

A week after their kiss <3

The two were cuddled up on Logan's bed upstairs. The sunlight poured into the room from two different directions, laying themselves upon the two. The drawers that had finally been up for a few weeks was pushed up againest the wall at the foot of the bed, similarly to the object in question, it was a simple cream shade as was the wardrobe that was set up next to the bed. The desk and it's paired chair was put againest the banister of the stairs leading downstairs. Newly planted flowers on the window sill cast a shadow onto the wooden ground.

They lent sideways, againest the painted wall in the room that had dried in the summer warmth a while ago. Patton was happily snuggled between Logan's legs as the freckled man was leaning on the raven haired man's shoulder, holding him close to his chest. The gentle smell of Patton's shampoo soothened his senses, the light of the sun made his eyelids flutter quietly through the cracks of the blinds.

The pink, blue, orange and yellow tones of the sky mixed with each other, raising the sun with the strings of their colour and the shades in between them. Like green and  purple, both complimenting each other from a safe distance.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The hairs upon Patton's neck raised themself to the sudden sound of Logan's alarm clock in the early morning. A cold shudder ran down his spine as Logan turned it off, embracing the room in silence once again. A warm pair of lips pressed themselves onto the back of his neck, comforting the fuzzy feeling in his mind. Smally, a smile pecked itself upon his face as it met Logan's from behind him.

"Good morning," He stated, still holding Patton softly in his arms.

A giggle that hid itself away, giggled, "Good morning to you too," Patton replied to the other.

Logan lay back upon the wall, bringing Patton along with him. His heartbeat tickled Patton's back as they sat there for a few more moments. Logan's eyes calmly shut, he embraced the beauty around him mentally. It's moments like these he's completely content with life.

"Hm...." Logan hummed, almost purring, to himself, "Could you...tell me what I look like to you?" He asked, flushed in the cheeks.

Turning himself to look at the other, he inspected his skin tenderly with his eyes, he smiled as he looked back into Logan's glassy eyes, "Well...To me, you have the most beautiful shine in your hazelnut coloured eyes, a cute nose," He said tapping Logan's nose gently, "The softest hair I've ever seen, and the most gorgeous light brown dyed upon it,"

Logan's smile widen slowly, "A flurry of constellations painted across your entire skin like the ones in the sky," Patton brushed Logan face as he warmed into his hand on his cheek, "You look warm, just like home feels,"

All he could do was beam in joy, and in tears. This was one of the things he didn't know about himself, he didn't want to know about himself. But Patton made it seem better, easier to face, than himself, "Thank you,"

"It's only the truth, you're so, so beautiful," He wiped the tears on his cheek away with his thumb whilst the sky enveloped itself in a blue hue.

They both looked back out of the window. The street now had a few cars going past every few minutes and the birds began singing their sweet melodies and songs. "Shall we get breakfast?" Logan asked, it was almost just a whisper.

"Yeah, we should," Patton stated, crawling off of the bed gently as to not hurt the other. He held out a hand for Logan and they went downstairs together.

Time Skip!

It was during a break at school. Occasionally he and Logan spoke during that time, so he kept a pen in his pocket every time.

He wore a regular blue t-shirt and khakis along with his normal dress shoes, it was the most professional thing he'd generally want to wear everyday to a work place. Well unless it required it. That morning Logan also helped him straighten his hair so it'd be easier to deal with since it sometimes interfered with work. On top of that he slung a cardigan over his shoulder, you know, if they talk during the day.

'Do you think we should tell her?' Logan wrote on his arm as it slowly wrote itself upon Patton's arm.

He uncapped the pen and began writing back to him, 'Eventually we should, but it depends,'

Patton interrupted Logan's thoughts by writing another sentence, 'But I'm sure she wouldn't mind, I just want you to be comfortable with it,'

'Are you comfortable with telling her though?' Logan replied in his ink.

'Should we talk a bit more about telling people back at home?' Patton asked as it was edging closer to the end of break.

'Not at all, I'm assuming it's near the end of break,' Logan told him.

'Yeah, I have to go now xxx'

Logan drew a small heart on his hand for Patton to see later.

Time Skip! After School!

The front door opened as Logan sat in his normal spot on the sofa like he always did, well usually, he'd started his job a few days ago. Today was one of the days he wasn't working which was pretty neat.

No words came from the person that came into the room. It was still almost completely silent, well apart from the random rambling of the channel on the tv.

The person walked closer, well Patton wrapped his arms around Logan from behind. He was pretty quiet. He planted a kiss on Logan cheek before joining him on the sofa. He was unsually quiet.

"Are you alright?" Logan asked, diverting all of his attention to Patton.

"Mhm," he replied.

"Did anything happen in school?" He asked, trying not to pry too much.

"Not really," He replied, tucking his knees into his chest. "I guess I'm just sad for no reason,"

Logan shuffled closer to the other. They'd recently become more comfortable with each other within that week which was quite wonderful. "If there is anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me,"

Patton smiled, humming quietly in response before looking back at the tv. "Hey..."

"Hm?" Logan mumbled, placing an arm behind Patton, leaning back a bit more.

"So who should we tell first?" Patton asked scooting closer to Logan's body heat. Even though it was Florida, it still was a bit cold in their apartment. "I feel like either Yvette or Roman, and then my parents,"

Logan nodded along, "I would also like to tell Emile, he was roomed with me in my foster family during my teenage years,"

Patton smiled at Logan's nostalgic memories, "So, Yvette, then Roman or Emile, and then my parents?"

"Yeah..." Logan agreed. He thought back to his high school friend Virgil. He would've liked to see him one last time.

"Is there anyone else you'd like to tell," Patton asked, noticing the look of deep thought upon Logan's face.

"No, there isn't anyone else I can tell, I don't know many people," Logan said, "Unless you count my boss, but he might fire me," He chuckled.

"Now, the question is, when?" Patton announced, now leaning on Logan. His hand slowly slipped from the back of the sofa to Patton's warm shoulder.

"Who knows," Logan muttered over his breath.

Recently, Yvette had been hanging over at Sam's place a lot more, that wasn't a bad thing, it was great, but they never really knew when she'd be home. Meaning, they'd have to become stricter so she'd do her homework, maybe they could bring Sam around to help as well, two birds with one stone.

"We'll just have to find out along the way I suppose," Patton concluded.

"We've been doing that a lot," Logan laughed softly.

End Of Chapter. 1336 Words.