#loceit fic

Our house is too big, I’ve always thought so. Remy constantly insists that it’s not a mansion but I’ve done some surface level research and while it just falls short on the square footage it meets almost all the other requirements. Premium sustainable construction materials, multiple large open spaces, an unearned sense of grandeur, large windows, and countless rooms that exist solely to look good.

As I show the bartender around, I realise there are several rooms that I’ve never actually stepped in before, though this is no mean feat. For the most part I stick to the same three or four rooms unless told I’m needed in one of Remy’s many ‘home’ videos. Little snippets of carefully orchestrated peeks into our home life. Almost all of it is overplayed, but it pays the bills so I endure.

As I hold open the door to the latest room, the bartender’s hand brushes against my fingers. A jolt of electricity shoots up my arm making every hair on my body stands on end and I strain not to wince. Initially I thought it must be an accident but even I am able to notice the strange smirk on his face as he walks past me into the room. He’s doing it on purpose. We haven’t even spent half an hour together and I’m not impressed. Frankly, I’m drained.

“This is the dance studio,” a long room to the west of the house. Floor to ceiling mirrors line both sides to the far end where there’s a small table and some discarded snacks. On the ceiling there’s a few hooks that Remy’s used for ropes and ribbons before though they’re currently bare. “I believe it’s mostly hired out to a local dance troupe who will-”

I’m cut off, interrupted as the bartender lets out a long loud yawn, his back turned to me while he glances around the room. This is supposed to be my ‘soulmate’?

“Am I boring you?” I ask him.

He turns, a feigned look of surprise on his face.

“Bored? Why would I be bored?”

Assuming a long sarcastic rant is coming my way I wait for him to continue, though he says nothing else. I fold my arms in annoyance.

“If you’re going to be rude, you might as well leave now.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Other people’s emotions have always been a difficulty for me. I can understand how I might feel in the circumstances but as my fellow high schoolers would frequently remind me, I am the outlier, not the norm. It took a lot of time, a lot of practice, a lot of getting it wrong, but now I am reasonably competent at picking up on when people are saying one thing while actually meaning something else. While I don’t always know what it is they’re trying to get at, I know enough not to be made a fool of.

“Look, I just…” he pauses for a moment, “This is a lovely tour,” sarcasm, “but I’m seeing a whole lot of Remy,” he gestures at the studio around us, “and not a lot of you,” he holds a hand out towards me and my body locks up, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, “Which is kind of what I bought the ticket for.”

I don’t know what to say to that. It’s true, the design, the layout, the decoration of our house is down to my husband. He understands the lifestyle, what we have to do to keep up appearances. How people of our status are expected to live. It’s the best way to maintain control over our privacy.

“Surely there’s somewhere in this big castle that says ‘Logan’ instead of…” he glances around the room again, “well...this.”

“This,” I shuffle my shoulders trying to shake the numbing tingle from my back, “is what people want to see.”

“The implication being that they don’t want to see you.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“You didn’t have to.”

I’m silent as my own words are thrown back at me.

“Janus, by the way,” he continues as he walks further into the studio, “since you didn’t ask.”

I didn’t.

It’s been a frankly exhausting thirty minutes, yet in all this time it hasn’t occurred to me to even ask. In my own head I’ve reduced him to his job and a very base perception of him that might go some way to explaining his….antagonism. I certainly wouldn’t want to be treated so reductively.

I straighten my tie, a nervous habit from my childhood. Today I’m wearing my plain metallic blue one, it’s my third favourite.

“That was rude of me.” I admit.

“It was but it’s alright,” there’s disingenuous hurt in his voice and when he turns there’s a smirk on his lips again, “I forgive you.”

I don’t like it, but it’s at this moment that a loud click echoes around the room and we both turn as the door to the studio which I had closed behind us starts to open and a voice calls from the other side.

“Logan? I know Remy said to leave you be but I thought you might-AAAAAH!”

In the doorway stands Patton, the man Remy hired to be my personal assistant. Infinitely patient, kind to a fault, staring in shock, hands clasped to his mouth. The tray of food he’d been carrying clatters to the floor harshly.

I didn’t turn the studio lights on when we came in. It’s light enough outside that although the windows are small and high up, I hadn’t thought it necessary. A decision I am seriously regretting as I become acutely aware of the soft glow both Janus and I are emitting.

In my mind’s eye, we’re surrounded by a halo of light our glow reflected off of the many mirrors that surround us. Patton just keeps staring, his eyes flitting back and forth. Janus has the decency to look panicked.

Logan couldn't help but feel just a little bit silly as he, the almighty God of all the skies - one who controls the weather and sun, was sneaking through the castle corridors like a teenager sneaking out of the house.

But he was with Janus, and he couldn't risk him getting caught. He didn't want to get Janus in trouble with his father just because Janus wanted to spend time with him.

And while Logan could just teleport them both out of the castle, the strong magic tended to have a negative effect on mortals. It wasn't worth the risk of Janus fainting like the last time - not when the night so far had been so unbelievably wonderful.

And it had been so long since the two properly got to be together. Janus, being the titled king of the state, and Logan, being a literal God, were both rather busy beings. Tonight had been one of just a few in the past couple weeks that the two were able to just revel in each other's company.

The two could just not risk it. They could stay locked together in Janus' quarters, in relative safety of not getting caught. But Logan had been talking about his constellations, and Janus had looked up at him with those dual colored eyes and asked Logan to sneak him away to show him. How was Logan supposed to deny his beloved such a request?

"Where the hell are you two going?"

Logan froze and tightened his grip on Janus' hand, but immediately relaxed when he turned and saw it was just one of Janus' younger brothers.

Remus was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and amused expression on his face.

"It's none of your business," Janus said as he pulled on Logan's hand to lead him down the corridor. "Why don't you go find and torture someone else, hm? You're good at that."

"If you're sneaking out, you may want to rethink."

"You little weasel, if you rat me out I swear to the Gods that I will-"

"Calm down, Jay," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "I don't care about your little escapades. I just thought you'd like to know, I heard that daddy dear is planning on summoning you. Something about wanting to talk about your 'behavior' at the 'strategic meeting' being 'unacceptable.' You know. Fun stuff."

Janus groaned and planted his head on Logan's shoulder. Logan remembered Janus storming into his temple one night seething. He had raised his voice at an advisor over a reckless plan that endangered a large portion of their army. His father hadn't taken kindly to Janus' anger.

"It's getting so late. Why can't he ever just leave me alone."

Logan knew Janus well enough to know that he had meant for the comment to come out as an annoyed snarl, but he must have been feeling much more resigned than he let on as instead it came out as an exhausted whine. Logan felt his heart rise in his throat as he rested his free hand on the back of Janus' head.

Honestly, Logan would have killed their father by now if the brothers hadn't asked him not to. He didn't understand how they were so attached to such a despicable man, but he kept his mouth shut.

"It's okay, love," he murmured into Janus' hair. "I can always show you another night."

Janus took a deep breath and stood up straight.

"You're right," he said as he straightened his collar. "There is no need to get upset over something so trivial."

Janus was good at playing impassive, but Logan saw the slight tremor in his lip and knew he was absolutely miserable.

Logan wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Ya know, tonight's been too boring anyways," Remus said, avoiding Logan and Janus' gaze. "I think I am far too behind on my 'annoying father' quota for the week. I'll pretend to faint again or something. Claim my chest hurts. The nurses are annoying but at least the drugs can be fun," he said with a grin that was supposed to be mischievous, but was dampened by the concern he was trying to hide.

Remus had been ill since he was a child. Fainting spells or fits of pain were unfortunately fairly common.

"No, no," Janus said, letting go of Logan's hand to step closer to his brother. "You absolutely should not. Besides, last time you faked a fainting spell you scared Roman into crying for hours."

"Oooohh, are we faking Remus falling ill?" Roman said as he rounded the corner. "You know, Remus, you really aren't very quiet. You're lucky the only staff I saw nearby were the ones that will be too scared to speak up."

Logan wasn't surprised to see roman appear. The twins never seemed to be apart from each other for very long.

"No, we are not," Janus said. "Father is already mad at you for releasing rats in the ballroom last week. If you're found out, you'll be in even more trouble."

Remus waved his hand. "I'm not gonna get caught, Jay-Jay."

"You don't know that-"

"Janus," Roman sighed. "Let us help you."

Janus' mouth snapped shut, and Roman gave him a gentle smile.

"You've been so busy. Don't worry about father tonight."

"...Fine," Janus eventually relented. "But if you two get in trouble you are never repeating this stunt again."

Remus rolled his eyes again. "You act like this is the first time we've done this."

"We'll be fine."

Janus hesitated, but then stepped forward and pulled his brothers into a hug. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now go out and go get that God dick."

Janus and Logan both choked, but Remus bolted before either could retaliate. Roman just gave them a wide grin before following after his twin.

Logan was still gawking as Janus started leading him down the corridor, and they heard a CRASH followed by Roman's shouts for help.

"Those two are going to give everyone in this castle a bloody heart attack," Janus grumbled

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"And what's that one?" Janus asked as he pointed towards another cluster of stars. Logan raised his hand and traced out the constellation in the sky. They were lying on the grass, and Patton (God of the earth) must have sensed they were coming, as the spot of grass they were lying on was dry, unlike the rest that had a film of dew from the cooling night air.

"Canis Major, the great dog," Logan said as he ran his fingers through Janus' hair. Janus was snuggled against his side, head resting on his shoulder, and all the hassle to get here was so, so worth it now that he got to hold his love without the fear of being caught.

"Why a dog?"

"Patton asked me to make that one."

Janus was silent for a few moments, and Logan took that as a cue to keep talking.

"He tries not to keep mortal pets, but he rescued a puppy from a hunter's trap one day and couldn't bare to let her go. He called her 'Little Lady.' He meant to just call her that until he came up with a proper name, but Little Lady stuck. Patton had been so fond of her. When she passed, he ask I make the constellation to immortalize her in a way."

Janus smiled against Logan's shoulder. "I cannot believe you let Patton convince you to put a common house pet in the sky along with all these heroes of legends."

The voice was teasing, but not malicious. It had taken a while to get used to the sarcasm, but he was getting better at recognizing when Janus was just teasing him.

"Be careful, he might smite you for that," Logan murmured. Janus' grin grew wider. "And I did not mind. She was an objectively good dog. Helped keep watch over children playing in Patton's fields."

"Oh, I'm sure that's the only reason why," Janus said.

"I don't know what you mean. She was a good companion for my friend. Is that not a good enough reason?"

"You liked her," Janus teased. "I can tell. The big almighty God of the skies liked a mortal pup. Don't pretend you did it just because she was useful."

"Yes, fine, fine," Logan sighed. "I missed her, as well."

Triumphant in getting the admission so quickly, Janus buried himself closer to Logan's chest.

"I could tell you about-"

"...Wait," Janus said. "You said mortal pets. Does Patton have some mythical beast he takes care of?"

Logan cocked his head. "Are you not aware of the three horses?"

"I thought it was all made up. Something my mother told me as a kid to enchant me."

"What did she tell you?"

"That shooting stars in the sky were actually the pegasus flying," Janus said in that quiet tone he got whenever he talked about his late mother. "And it would rescue anyone who fell from the cliffs outside the city, and subsequently Patton's unicorn was the one who built the wall of thorns on the edge to protect the playing children. And that Virgil's kelpie would bring drowning men to shore."

"While shooting stars are actually just meteors-"

"What's a meteor?"

"-I do indeed have the pegasus. I guess have is not really the correct term. I mostly let her wander on her own. Your mother was correct about the rest, though."

Janus sat up and stared down at him. "...and you've never shown me?"

"You never asked."

Janus whacked him. "Because you never mentioned it!"

"Apologies?"

Janus continued grumbling as he laid back against Logan, and Logan wrapped his arms back securely around him.

"Continue, please. How about that constellation over there? I apologize for interrupting you."

"It's alright, dear. You can always ask me anything."

"Anything?"

Logan nodded, and Janus looked up at his face

"Take off your glamours, darling? No one will find us here."

Logan felt heat rise in his cheeks (a sensation he was still unused to in this form), but he closed his eyes and let the magic was off of him. His skin no longer looked human, but pale like marble. His black hair was not just black but a deep, deep shade of blue. And his eyes were no longer a human shade, but the color of the dusk. Janus smiled and leaned up to catch Logan in a kiss.

Janus gently pressed his lips to Logan's, and Logan quickly melted under the touch of his beloved. The kiss was almost unbearably slow, but also so wonderfully soft it drew soft gasps from Logan's mouth. Janus moved his lips from Logan's to trail up Logan's cheek, to his temple, then the top of his head.

"Beautiful." Janus muttered as he trailed kisses back down his face, eventually nipping Logan's jaw and down his neck. "You are just exquisite."

No matter how many kisses were shared between the two, no matter how many times Janus muttered praises against Logan's skin, Logan's heart never failed to flutter from the affection. It probably should be embarrassing how quickly just a few soft words and gentle touches from a mortal could fluster Logan, but he really didn't care as Janus cupped his cheek and pressed one more lingering kiss to Logan's lips.

"Thank you, darling," Janus said as he settled back against Logan's side. "For letting me see your pretty face."

Logan should be the one thanking him, for spoiling him and loving him and making Logan feel happier than he had in his eons of existence.

But Logan couldn't find the words and instead just cleared his throat. "The one you pointed to was Auriga, the charioteer."

Logan felt Janus smirk against his shoulder.

"It represents and old champion. He was... one of Virgil's close friends. He would dedicate each victory to Virgil, and had a victory streak that has still yet to be broken."

"...How close were they?" Janus whispered.

"They were lovers," Logan whispered back, closing his eyes. "But he was mortal, and wanted to stay that way. Virgil was crushed. The night he died, we..."

He trailed off. Janus didn't push.

"i put him in the stars for Virgil. That was the first and only time all the seas of the world were still."

Janus and Logan hadn't talked about it, but it was obvious. Janus was mortal, and Logan would live for as long as the world willed it. Logan had to cherish his time with Janus, as human lives were so very, very short. More time had passed already than Logan had realized - mortal time moved much more quickly than he was used to.

And humans were so fragile. It wasn't even guaranteed that Janus would get a long lifespan. Logan couldn't be with him every hour of the day to ensure his safety, and any day Janus could be taken from him.

Logan couldn't bare to think of a future where he couldn't hold Janus - where he was left only with the crushing weight of loneliness. Yes, he had Patton and Virgil, and he cherished them dearly, but they weren't the same. They weren't Janus.

"Let me make you immortal," Logan gasped out as he opened his eyes, unable to bare that train of thought any longer. Janus startled and propped up on his elbow to look down at Logan. "Stay with me. Forever."

"I- I don't know, darling," Janus choked out. "Of course I'd love to stay with you, but my brothers-"

"You don't have to answer right now," Logan assured him, running a hand down Janus' face. Janus relaxed then and leaned into his hand. "And there is no wrong answer. But, think about it? Please?"

"I will."

"I love you, Janus," Logan whispered, fighting back the tears building in his eyes. How could humans stand it? Loving with the uncertainty of tomorrow. "And whichever decision you make, just know how much you mean to me."

Janus' eyes went teary and he leaned down to kiss Logan. Janus' hands went straight to Logan's cheeks. Logan grasped at the back of his neck, trying to pull him ever closer as they opened their mouths.

It was almost ridiculous, how taken he was with a mortal - how entranced he could be. But not for a single moment did he regret it. Janus gave him a feeling he had never experienced before in his long life. And even if it was brief, Logan was going to revere it for as long as he was able.

"I love you, too," Janus said softly as he pulled away. "So much."

Logan pulled him down for one more slow, syrupy kiss - just heated enough to draw out a low moan from his throat.

Logan didn't know how long they clung to each other, but Janus had to break apart because of the growing smile on his face. Unable to continue the kiss, but not wanting to part, Janus rested his forehead on Logan's, eyes closed in bliss.

And with a peck on Logan's forehead, Janus pulled away.

"Alright, that's enough tears," Janus said as he wiped his eyes. "Where were we? What about that spot over there? Why is it empty?"

"I am afraid I haven't finished the night sky yet," Logan said. "Even after all this time, I can not seem to perfect it."

"You're very clever. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"Not clever enough to place a few stars."

"Now, now, none of that. That's my lover you're speaking about. I will not have this slander."

Logan poked Janus under his ribs, and Janus would forever deny that he shrieked. And Logan's heart swelled so full of adoration that he could only think of one thing.

"Every constellation I put in the sky has an important meaning to me," Logan said. "They are memories, memorials for those I cared about."

Logan gently placed a hand under Janus' chin and lifted his head so he could gaze into his eyes.

"No matter what happens, no matter what you choose, let me immortalize you in another way."

A smile slowly grew on Janus' face. "Really?"

"I can not think of anyone more deserving."

Janus preened.

"What would you like to represent you, my love?"

"A snake," Janus said with no hesitation.

A snake was the animal on Janus' insignia. Snakes were sneaky, crafty, dangerous - and Janus loved to live up to that image. Because of his dual colored eyes, there were rumors that a witch turned him into a snake as a child, and if you were lucky enough to get close to the king, you would see sharp teeth and a forked tongue. Janus loved it.

"Then it is done."

Logan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again his eyes were glowing white. A shiver ran down Janus' spine from being in such close proximity to such powerful godly magic. Janus had to let go of Logan and move back, watching as Janus lifted a hand with an inkling of a tremor.

Logan clenched his fist, and a star appeared with a quick flash in the sky. He barely comprehended Janus' gasp as he moved his hand and repeated the motion.

Repeating until he was finished, Logan dropped his hand and his eyes dimmed back to their usual color. He glanced over at Janus, looking completely undisturbed. Janus couldn't help but let out a laugh of disbelief as Logan held out his arms. He threw himself against Logan and pressed kisses all up the side of his face.

"Look," Logan said with a grin as he guided Janus' face to the sky. He traced out the constellation for Janus to see. "Serpens. In the stars forever for the whole world to see."

"Thank you."

Now, whenever they looked up at the night sky, a swell of joy would grow in Logan's chest as Janus' filled with pride. Something was still missing, though. It wasn't quite complete. But it was very close. And with his beloved in the sky for all to see, well, Logan was more than happy.

I think I’m going to make this an AU, with the next work being a prequel of how Logan and Janus met :)

The adrenaline was getting to his head, stirring up usually dormant worries. He couldn’t stop glancing down at his hands. They were warm tan, patterned at random with lighter splotches. He had a condition known as vitiligo which made areas of his skin lose their pigmentation. For the majority of the time, it wasn’t a big deal; the worst part was the weird looks people gave him and even then, he could usually brush them off. Still, there was always the occasional idiot who felt the need to say something rude or inform him that he showed signs of demon possession. He hoped beyond everything that one of those incidents didn’t occur while he was alone in the store.

Thankfully, the only customers for the next few hours were a couple groups of teenagers at varying levels of intoxication and a traveling family made up of two parents suffering from highway-hypnosis and a small child who tried to climb into one of the drink refrigerators.

By one in the morning, the flow of incoming patrons had completely stopped. By that point James had already thrown back an entire 5-hour Energy drink and reorganized the chip rack— twice .

When the entry bell finally rang again at around two, James’ head was buzzing so badly he wasn’t sure if he had imagined the sound or not. A young man walked in— college aged with messy hair and glasses. He disappeared into the rows of brightly coloured plastic bags without a word and so quickly it made James once again question whether or not he was hallucinating.

It wasn’t until the man had made his way back to the counter, setting down a bag of chips and a couple energy drinks, that James was sure he existed. The man’s hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in two days and his dark circles were so deep they could be seen from beneath his squared glasses. Yup, definitely a college student.  

Despite the obvious signs of exhaustion, the man was undeniably pretty. Counter to his tired scowl, his eyes were bright and alert, framing a sharp nose. The way he kept his strong chin tilted slightly upwards and walked with purpose gave him the appearance of someone who actually knew what he was doing with his life— so basically, the opposite of James.

James was hardly ever self conscious about his appearance but this man— this stupidly pretty, oddly perfect man— made James squirm just a little bit, made him wonder if he was living on one side of some scale while the customer lounged on the other side. James tried to shrugged it off, focusing on the items in front of him instead.

The man spent the entire interaction at the counter muttering to himself and never once making eye contact. It was a little strange, but he was cute and James was bored so he decided to just appreciate the entertainment while it lasted.

It wasn’t until James went to hand the man his receipt that he seemed to even become aware of James’ existence. James held out the thin slip of paper, apparently causing the man to flinch backwards. His reaction was strong enough to make James wonder if he was one of those people— the type that thought vitiligo was some sort of deadly, contagious disease.

His eyes darted up quickly, his gaze sharp as it scanned over James’ face, “You’re not the normal cashier.”

He was taken aback by the accusing tone in the man’s voice, “No, I guess I’m not? I just got hired; the other guy got let off… something about trying to steal the plunger.”

“Oh,” His face transformed into a noncommittal scowl that James simply could not read, “Expect me regularly.”

The man turned on his heels and walked briskly to the door as James stood frozen and mystified behind the counter, “Oh, uh… see you soon then.”

——————

James woke up to the smell of something burning. He didn’t even remember dragging himself home and collapsing in his bed but based on the smell bothering him he evidently had made it back. No one could burn food quite like his roommate.

“Remus what the fuck are you doing?” James shuffled out to the kitchen where his roommate was poking at something on the stove.

“Making lunch.”

Based on his bed head and near-complete lack of clothes (Remus always slept in booty shorts and nothing else) James could guess that he had woken up only a few minutes earlier himself, “Dude that does not smell like anything humans should eat.”

Remus gave him a wicked grin and James decided not to push the subject. He walked out of the room with a sigh and hoped that the smell would clear up soon.

He made his way into the living room, sitting down and flipping open his laptop. James groaned at the lack of new email notifications. No new emails meant no new job acceptions.

“Guess I’m working the night shift again.”

James was grateful he got the job at the convenience store— no question. Getting a job as a college dropout was both necessary and nearly impossible at the same time. He was lucky to get a job at all and being a graveyard shift, he got paid nearly double the normal wage for his position. For now, his sleep schedule would just have to suffer.

——————

The weeks drifted by and James fell into a dull, but easy rhythm. He would go to work every night, spend the hours rearranging chip bags, guarding the plunger, and— if he was lucky— the pretty college boy would come in for a few minutes to grab salty food and a caffeinated drink.

James wasn’t sure when it became “lucky” for the man to come into the store. Maybe it was lucky because he was entertaining, always preoccupied and wandering around the store like his mind was a hundred miles away. He had this odd sort of duality— somehow both spaced out and intensely focused at the same time. It was like he was concentrating on the dimension beyond the one James was living in. He floated through this world, always preoccupied with world in his head. It was endearing and intriguing and James found himself looking forward to seeing the man. James wanted to see the world inside his head, to know what was so captivating that he had no use or interest for what was outside of it.  

The student was quickly becoming his favourite customer— something James never thought he would have— and he genuinely enjoyed having a chance to talk to the other guy. He was handsome, obviously intelligent, and, if given the chance, James definitely would’ve asked him out for a drink.

As it was though, James looked awful in his uniform so he would never have the confidence to make a move the only times he ever saw him.

James started to watch for him. The man came at least once a week, always between midnight and four in the morning. He must have lived nearby because he always walked over instead of taking a car like most of the other patrons. Either that, or he lived further away and walked all the way just for a bag of chips and an energy drink.

It was a Thursday like any other when he walked into the store and James’ curiosity got the better of him.

“So,” James leaned across the counter as the man sat his items down, “you come around here often?”

He tilted his head quizzically, “Yes? I do come here often? You’ve seen me.”

“No I— it was a joke,” James resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. This was… not going the way James would have hoped, “What’s your name? We might as well get on first name basis since we see each other all the time.”

“I’m Logan,” Logan seemed surprised by the question.

“I’m James.”

Logan gave a curt nod, “I know.”

“But— how? I—“

“It’s on your name tag,” And with that, Logan turned and marched out of the store.

——————

Logan laid on his back, arms and legs spread over the entirety of his bed. The only leftover space of the bed was occupied by Patton, one of his housemates.

“So how did the all-nighter go?”

Logan groaned, “Well… it sure as hell did go all night. I’m so fucking tired.”

“This is what you get for viewing the entire American university system as a challenge.”

He squinted up at Patton. With his blond hair and round, smiling face he looked like the direct inversion of whatever pale little zombie Logan currently felt like, “I gotta stop staying up so late.”

“I don’t know, you kind of seem to like it,” His housemate patted his leg and stood up to walk out of Logan’s room, “By the way, where do you keep going? I hear you leaving the house, like, super early all the time.”

Sunlight was streaming through his partially open blinds. It was probably quite pretty but to Logan it just looked like a headache-inducing glare. He threw a pillow over his face, muffling his voice as he answered, “Booty call.”

Patton laughed as he stopped walking, “Yeah right. The day you answer a booty call is the day I will shave my head.”

Logan shifted the pillow slightly to look at Patton again. The man’s hair was his prize possession, like a curly fluffy cloud that he kept as a pet on top of his head. Logan didn’t know how Patton could afford the time and money he put into his hair. What he did know, however, was that Patton would never risk its safety. Logan frowned in (mostly) fake insult, “You really think there’s not a single person who would send me a horny text at three in the morning?”

“Nah I think there are quite a few people who would do that. I just doubt there’s anyone you’d actually find worth answering.”

Was there anyone he would actually answer? Logan stared up at the dark fabric above him. The pillowcase was a deep navy blue and if he really squinted, he could see the weave of the thread, a thousand random threads coming together to make a greater whole. The way the individual pieces created something far larger than themselves was fascinating to Logan. He had never given it much before, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever find a random individual worth making something together.

In the darkness covering his eyes, a vision of the convenience store cashier flashed across his mind. The face he saw was light brown and across that warm canvas, lighter portions sprawled. For the first time, Logan began really thinking about that face. He had sharp features, tired eyes, and when he smiled with lips sloped upwards at a lopsided angle. His skin reminded Logan of the glossy photos of nebulae in his astronomy textbooks— bright splashes breaking up the sameness of the night sky. How had he never noticed that before? What was his name? James.

He heard the creak of their old floors beneath Patton as he walked out of Logan’s room. He probably thought Logan had fallen asleep as he lay there in silence. He was far from asleep, though. His mind was racing, trying to find the missed connections and continually finding new ones in the process. His eyes flickered as previously unrecognized thoughts began surfacing. And they didn’t stop. How had he never noticed?

“I’ve been going to that convenience store down the street,” Logan called as Patton walked away.

James.

Maybe there was someone for him.

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