Idk what I'm doing with my life

Wifies you’ve reaaallly done it again with the doomed relationships 💔

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Based on what he'd learned in his research, that insatiable need to know and understanding things, it was easy to conclude that it was successful in calling Patton to itself a long time ago. It seemed that with ancient Primordials such as the Fears, there was no need to conscious agreement on the part of the Avatars for them to be given that role, though there were...benefits if the role was willingly claimed. 

Something he now hoped would help him find his beloved, life-long friend. 

The Eye might seem to most a passive god, only watching and never taking action, but that was only because many did not understand the persistent nature of the fear. Like a stalking predator, walking at the same steady pace behind its query while they ran and ran, but never leaving its sight. 

Like the Hunt without the bloodlust and violent aggression. 

What the Eye wanted, the Eye would have. 

And the Eye wanted Logan. 

Like Patton, Logan was sure, now, that the Eye had marked him out for its own many years ago when he was just a child. But unlike Patton he'd thrown himself into the hunger he felt. Patton feared the Lonely as much as he craved its familiar presence. Logan had no such hesitations. Convinced as he once had been that knowledge would always be a defense. 

He still wasn't convinced he'd been wrong in that. He knew now that knowing could be painful, but as he ran along the misty shore line to where he knew Patton was slowly fading into the clinging fog, he also knew that it was knowledge of the situation, knowledge of the Lonely, knowledge of his friend that would help him save him. 

A silhouette began to take shape in front of him and only then did Logan begin to slow, if only so he wouldn't teat through the misty figure of his friend by mistake. 

"Patton!" He cried as he approached.  

"You're not supposed to be here," Patton answered lazily without turning toward Logan's voice. 

"I came to find you. I'm not leaving without you." Logan stood in front of Patton, who looked almost like an apparition in a ghost story. Logan's heart clenched. They were almost out of time. 

"I belong here," Patton told him, his tone held no fear in it, just resignation, perhaps he sounded a bit tired. 

"You don't," Logan argued. "You don't have to stay here just because you were claimed by the Lonely. You can leave. You can leave with me." He held out his hand. "Patton. Patton, please, look at me."  

Patton finally glanced at Logan's face.  

Guilt churned in Logan's chest as he took a breath to speak again. "Tell me the truth," he said his voice firm as he Compelled Patton to speak honestly, "do you want to stay here?" 

Tears sprang to Patton's eyes and he shook his head. "No," he whispered. 

"What do you want?" Logan compelled him again, trying to keep his excitement down as the color seemed to come back to Patton's face and he seemed to grow more solid before Logan's eyes. "Tell me. Tell me what you want." 

"I wanna go home," Patton moaned. "I wanna go home with you."  

The wall of mist between the dropped to the ground and Logan threw his arms around Patton. "We can do that," he promised, clinging desperately to Patton. "We can go home together. Look at me, look at me!" He pulled away and held Patton's face in both his hands. "We're going together. You are not alone, Patton, I'm here. I'm here and I'm real and we are leaving together." 

Patton nodded, crying openly as he held onto Logan's wrists. Logan threw his arms over his shoulders again and Patton buried his face in Logan's shoulder, gripping tight fistfuls of his shirt, savoring the warmth of the embrace, the familiar scent of Logan's detergent and deodorant, the feeling of his hand in his hair as Logan held the back of his head. He stood in the secure embrace of one of the people in the whole world who'd known him the longest and cried and cried and cried, letting go of the fear of being alone, of being unwanted and forgotten, of being lost to the sea of time and faces and tasks that seemed like, surely, they must be more important to him. 

He wept in joy and relief of being found before he'd given up completely. 

He let out a shuddering breath, finally feeling like he had no tears left to cry and Logan kissed his head. 

"We're safe now," Logan whispered to him and Patton lifted his head, eyes red and gummy. He glanced around the apartment. 

"How?-"