Sweet Deceit - Logicality

Standing in the doorway to his room, Patton reached across the wall to turn on the light. It's been at least two weeks since he's been back in his room. He didn't want to stay there when it was all dingy and colorless and crumbling to bits, when it reminded him of his awful experiences, of his time locked away from his friends. 

Looking into the room, he saw that the color had come back to it. The walls were once again the color of a clear Summer sky, the curtains a bright enough white to blind someone if a light reflected off of them just right. There was no water leaking from the walls or ceiling, ruining the fluffy white shag carpeting that reminded him of a cloud. His pictures and posters smiled down at him from their places on the walls, nostalgia flooding every fiber of his being.

Things were better back then, something whispered to him. Things were better then, I wish we could go back in time and never leave those good times. Things are never going to be as good as they were-

"Patton?" Logan's voice broke through the voice of nostalgia in his head. "You okay?" Patton smiled at Logan. It wasn't his usual bright-eyed grin. The smile was almost sad. Still, it was a smile nonetheless.

"Yeah, I'm okay, Lo." Logan nodded. 

"I'll meet you up on the roof." Logan kept going down the hall, a blanket and plate of cookies occupying his hands. Patton smiled at the thought.

Only two weeks out and they already had a tradition. Stargazing Saturdays. Every Saturday night, they'd go to the spot on the roof that was flat enough for them to keep their balance on, lay on a blanket, eat cookies, and watch the stars. Patton would usually munch on the cookies while Logan pointed out constellations, telling the myths behind them and explaining facts about the stars and planets and such. Patton loved hearing his precious space nerd talk about the things he loved so much.

Looking back into his room for just a moment, Patton switched off the light. He'd be able to sleep in there again soon. With Logan's company, of course. He wasn't about to be comfortable alone in there or anywhere for a long while. He'd get too lost in his own thoughts. 

Deceit hadn't lied about one thing: he wasn't truly gone. Patton still flinched at loud noises, someone raising their voice, or anyone making too quick of a movement. He still heard the sly laughter of the snake in the creaking behind the walls of the house. He had nightmares about him, both with and without Logan's company to help him through. They just got much more violent when he didn't have Logan's protective arm around him.

Arriving on the roof, Patton found that Logan had already set everything up. All Patton had to do was take his spot in the crook of Logan's shoulder, which he did with nothing but pure delight in his heart. 

"You're quiet tonight," Patton commented after watching the stars in silence for what felt like a bit too long for Logan. 

"I'm just trying to figure something out," Logan explained. "The stars are so beautiful and awe inspiring," he turned his head to look at Patton, "and yet they're nothing compared to you."

"And here I was thinking that Roman was the romantic," Patton chuckled.

"He is," Logan reasoned, refusing to take his eyes off Patton. "But just because he's the romantic doesn't mean that I can't be romantic."

"Always finding loopholes." Logan smiled at Patton's grin.

"That's my job." Leaning in a bit closer, Logan's eyes flicked back and forth from Patton's eyes to his lips and back again. "May I?" Patton's grin widened.

"I thought you'd never ask." Meeting Logan halfway, they closed the gap between them, closing their eyes to feel everything completely.

The kiss was the most tender, soft, pure thing that either of them had ever experienced. They shivered against sudden cold around them and flushed at increasing warmth between them. They felt exhilarated and calmed at the same time, they were the bursting of fireworks and the soft glow of a single candle, they were every contradiction made to harmonize perfectly. 

Pulling away, neither could help but smile when they saw the other.

"That's a first," Patton commented.

"Hopefully not the last." Patton pecked Logan's lips, pressing closer into his side in an attempt to get as close as humanly possible, even if that meant fusing into a whole new being. In fact, becoming literally one with Logan... Patton thought that might be the greatest thing imaginable.

"Definitely not the last." 

The promise hung in the air as the two of them snuggled closer, holding each other close, ignoring the stars that they'd gone out there to see smiling down on them. In each stolen kiss, each peck to the forehead, cheek, lips, in every moment there was a silent declaration. Neither of them needed to say those three specific words out loud.

Logan already knew it.

Patton already felt it.