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TW: Repression

Logan stared at his planner, willing himself to start working. But he just... couldn't. The more he wanted to begin, the less inclined he got. He eventually got up, not being able to sit there for another minute. Unusual feelings welled up inside. As much as he wanted to put a name to them, emotions were not his expertise. He knew why he was having this problem, of course. He was suppressing his emotions. And he knew why he was doing that in the first place. He was Logic, after all, and emotions got in the way of facts. He'd lost count of how many times he'd told the others repression was bad.

Patton, repression is bad.

Roman, repression is bad.

Virgil, repression is bad.

Janus, repression is bad.

Hell, he even told Remus, Remus, repression is bad.

But no one thought twice to tell him, Logan, repression is bad. He knew why, obviously. They thought he didn't have emotions, oh and how he wished that was true. He wanted to be empty, devoid of emotions. But they just kept cropping up again, and again, and again, like a parasite that wouldn't leave you alone.

He had no name for what he was feeling, he didn't even know what he was feeling, and Logan hated not knowing. So he just waited until those pesky feelings dissipated, and returned to his work.

that's right, more Logan angst uwu ~ Nyx