Put back together

63. Embrace the happy moments, they'll stick with you through the bad

Roman was well aware of the worried looks Patton shot him but he ignored them in favour of tracing the form of the new pipe in his pocket.

They had been walking again for a little while, Patton and Logan had been holding hands ever since they had left the village behind.

That was fine.

They were in love and happy together and they didn't need Roman getting needlessly jealous.
It was weird to want a relationship with two people at the same time anyway. That didn't work.
He shouldn't be wishing for that to happen.

Was this why his parents constantly cheated?

Was he just like them after all?

No.

He couldn't think like that.

Not to mention he didn't want to.

He didn't want to be like that.

He wanted to stay true to whoever he'd marry one day.

So why was he yearning for two people?

Not to mention that both were men.

Roman had always liked men or when he had been younger boys.
And that was fine.

He'd have to a marry a woman one day but he had always assumed that he'd eventually start liking them romantically.

Yet he still didn't. He still only felt for men.

Maybe he should just give up thinking about this.
Maybe he should just accept that he was messed up.

His eyes wandered to Emile.

He had married a man. Roman wished that were an option for him as well. But kings were supposed to have heirs. They had to have children. They didn't get to choose.

During their lunch break Logan and Patton seemed to quietly discuss something. At first Patton frowned and Logan looked confused but after a few moments they seemed to come to an agreement and smiled at eachother again.

Then Logan stood up and sat down next to Roman.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked.

It didn't seem like the kind of question Logan usually asked.

"Fine," Roman mumbled with a shrug.

"May I take a look at your arm?"

Roman frowned in confusion.

"I guess," he thrust his arm out towards Logan.

"Didn't that hurt just now? Moving it like that?" Logan asked, slowly pushing his sleeve up, careful around the bandages.

Roman opened his mouth and closed it again.

It hadn't.

Come to think of it it hadn't hurt in a while.

Logan unwrapped the bandages as if Roman's arm was delicate and even though he tried to be annoyed by it it made his heart flutter.

"Huh," Logan made and Roman looked back at his arm.

The cut was gone.

There was a long, thick scar in its place and the skin was bright and pink against Roman's usual skin colour.

"It shouldn't have healed yet," Logan muttered, his fingers ghosting over the scar, barely enough for Roman to feel and the marks to flicker weakly. "It was way too deep for that. There should at least still be a shallow cut."