Sander Sides One-Shots 2 // Logicality, Remile and Prinxiety

Morality Pt. 2 | Logicality

Unedited. Sorry it's so extremely late. 

"Dad, stop stressing. Hell, I should be stressing mess than you are and I'm about to have dinner with my dad, my boyfriend, my boyfriend's dad and my idol, who may one day be my step-dad." Virgil said, greatly too casual for Logan.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said, pacing. Virgil rolled his eyes. He pointed to the window which his dad was cleaning. 

"Dad, you're pacing and you've cleaned that window 4 times." Virgil said. He points to the table that his feet were resting on. "And this table 3 times." 

"Well, I wouldn't need to clean the table if you didn't put your feet on them, now would I!" Logan exclaimed in distress. Virgil laughed, putting his feet down. 

"Dude, chill, it's not a big deal, it's not even fancy. It's just pasta and pop. And garlic bread-- you're freaking out over nothing, is what I mean," Virgil said. Logan sighed as he wiped down where Virgil's feet were.

"I know."

Logan was tapping his leg. The doorbell had just rung, Virgil was getting the door. He let out a breath at the sight of Emile, Remy and Roman entering the living room. Roman kissed Virgil, Virgil wrapping his arms over his shoulders. 

"Hey, Logan!" Emile said happily. 

"Sup, bitch," Remy said, almost too casually. 

"Salutations, Emile, Remy," Logan greeted. "Roman, I understand that you are in a relationship, but I would greatly appreciate it if you kindly took your tongue out from my sons throat." Roman let out a small laugh before pulling away. 

"Hey, Logan," Roman said. He and Virgil walked hand in hand to the couch, where the cuddled up against each other as they whispered a kind conversation about how their day was. 

"Excited to see Patton again?" Remy asked, sitting on one of the chairs, crossing his legs. Logan sat down, tapping his leg again. 

"I saw him yesterday." 

"Nervous for him to see how you're functioning then?" Remy asked. Logan nodded slightly. "I get it. He's like super fuckin' successful."

"That's not-- Whatever." Remy and Emile exchanged a silent look. Logan never said that. 

The doorbell wrung again. Patton. 

"Virgil, could you get the door?" Logan asked, stressed. Virgil held his hand out. 

"Too far..." He groaned. He cuddled into Roman's chest. "You do it, I did it last time."

"You did it last time because your boyfriend was at the door. I didn't ask you to."

"Well, your boyfriend's at the door, so you get it this time," Virgil said with a small laugh. Roman laughed too, along with his fabulous father. Logan sighed, but got up to answer the door regardless. 

"Hi, Logan!" Patton exclaimed, hugging Logan tight. Logan hid his smile and hugged back. 

"Salutations, Patton." Patton pulled away and Logan moved so Patton could walk in and Logan could shut the door. 

"I like your house."

"Thank you," Logan said, but sounded nervous. Patton slipped off his jacket and draped it over his arm. 

"Logan, are you nervous?" He asked sweetly. Logan looked down at his hands, not answering. "No need, I'm still the same ol' happy pappy Patton." 

"It feels strange that you're the only one who doesn't have a child," Remy said. "I mean, you were always the dad."