#loganfic

There’s only one way to play this off....don’t tell a single soul he got his soulmarks and let them think his soulmate, soulmates are younger than him. 

The truth is he’s not worthy of his soulmates and they won’t want him like this. 

He can only hope they’re all deep asleep and didn’t feel the alert tingle that he, their fourth soulmate turned 21 because he knows when they put their minds together and connect the dots, which they will....he will lose the three best people in his life. 

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Patton slowly gets out of bed, still tired from the previous night; first, eager with excitement then complete dread about what his future holds in store for him. 

Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair as he slips on his puppy paw slippers before heading downstairs. He knows his parents will be waiting for him, expectantly as he’s made this a big deal his whole life. 

“Good morning, sweetheart and happy birthday,” greets his mom from the stove where she’s making his favorite pancakes. 

“Morning champ! Stay up late last night, did you?” his dad asks. 

“Mornin’ mom and dad. Yeah, I did….” he trails off, not wanting to explain who his soulmates are and why he’ll never be with them.

Patton doesn’t miss the concerned look his parents share but chooses to ignore it as he settles in his usual chair at the dining room table where a glass of apple juice awaits him. 

Taking a sip of the juice, he focuses on the task at hand and calms down. 

Placing a plate of pancakes down in front of him, his mom takes a moment to kiss his forehead, drawing a smile out of him.

“Thanks mom! These look great.”

She smiles.

“Anything for my favorite son on his birthday,” she replies. 

“I’m your only son.”

She chuckles. 

“That doesn’t mean I can’t have a favorite.”

His dad snorts. 

Patton’s heart feels lighter; no matter what happens, he still has his parents. 

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The sight of his front door causes a weight to fall from his shoulders because Patton’s day was exhausting while doing his best to dodge his soulmates without looking like he was.

As Patton enters the house, he opens his mouth to greet his mom but he pauses before taking in the smirk on her face. She simply points upstairs and he takes it as his room is where he needs to do. 

Opening the door to his bedroom, Patton freezes when his eyes land on his three best friends and soulmates - Roman, Virgil and Logan; they all look completely comfortable cuddling on his bed though there’s an obvious gap. 

They know he knows and spent the day avoiding them instead of talking to them about their new reality. 

“Uh, hey guys….what are you doing here?”

Logan quirks an eyebrow at him.

“I believe it would be obvious as to why we are here,” he states firmly.

Patton flinches causing Virgil to smack Logan on the arm. 

“Oh Pat...you didn’t really think that we wouldn’t want you, did you?” asks Roman.

Looking around the room, he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

Roman climbs off of the bed then approaches Patton before gently taking his hand in his own. 

“I’ll have you know that I’ve been falling for you since we met, so knowing you’re one of my soulmates is the best news to wake up to,” comments Roman. 

Blushing, Patton tries to hide his face with his free hand but Virgil joins the pair and copies Roman’s posture. 

“Princey’s right. Anyone who’s ever met you would hope would be their soulmate,” Virgil takes a deep breath, “I didn’t want to dare to dream that you could be one of mine.

Patton looks between Virgil and Roman in awe. 

Cough

The trio turn to look at Logan where he sits on the edge of the bed. 

“I must confess, Patton...I never thought someone like you would be my soulmate, let alone that I’d have several. However, it pleases me greatly to know that I was incorrect in my earlier thought,” says Logan.

Patton kisses one of Roman’s then one of Virgil’s hands before pulling his free and turning towards Logan. Without giving Logan any warning, he throws himself at his genius soulmate causing their other two soulmates to laugh out loud at Logan’s expression. 

Snuggling closer to Logan, Patton smiles when he feels Logan wrap his arms around Patton’s waist before Roman and Virgil join them, on either side of them. 

“How did you know that I was your fourth soulmate?” he asks out loud.

Virgil runs his hand up and down Patton’s back as he answers.

“You doddled on your hand during class and light blue appeared on my skin. I immediately recognized it.”

“Fudge...I should have remembered to not to do that,” replies Patton.

Kissing Patton’s cheek, Logan shifts slightly so they’re both comfortable.

“Indeed, I knew right away that it was familiar but I could not put my finger on why until I discussed the matter with Roman and Virgil,” he states.

Roman runs a hand through Patton’s hair.

“Honestly, my darling….I thought I had been dreaming.”

Before Patton can say anything, the door opens and his mom appears in the doorway and taking in the sight of her son with his soulmates before grinning brightly.

“Aww, this is so wonderful! I think this calls for a celebration!” exclaims Patton’s mom.

Patton and Virgil blush in response causing the other three to laugh loudly.

With a grunt, you force your eyelids to lift as the obnoxious sound of an alarm invades your ears. Your head feels incredibly heavy, and a dull ache pounds as soon as you decide to get up.

Yesterday evening you’ve made quite an amount of bad decisions. First one was agreeing when Logan invited you for a drink. Then, one bottle of scotch later, you have made another bad decision, but you blame only alcohol for that.

You told Logan you were in love with him.

And then you ran away. Well, you tried to run but it was more like a slalom, given your drunken state.

When you reached your room, you found a bottle of beer and decided to drink it while you wallowed in self-pity and shame.

Needless to say, the evening wasn’t good.

And, what was even worse, you are sure that Logan remembers everything. Every damn word you said.  

As if it even matters. It’s not like your confession will miraculously make him love you. He has eyes only for Jean, you are nothing more than a fellow teacher. Probably not even a friend.

You heave out a sight, as you rub your eyes. Luckily, it’s Sunday which means no classes, which means you will have a whole day to recover from your poor choices last night.

“Shiiiiiit,” you mutter under your breath as you course your fingers through your hair. How could you be so dumb? How could you let yourself be fooled by a hefty dose of whisky and a bit more relaxed Logan? Why did you think that his smiles from previous night meant something more?

Climbing out of the bed, you waddle to your bathroom, deciding that for now, the best choice will be to take a shower. A very cold one. You need to be sober in case of meeting Logan, although you are pretty sure you will run away just as you did yesterday.

It seemed like a great idea then, most likely your brain will prompt you to do the same today.  After all, Logan equals lethal danger right now.

You are literally dying from embarrassment. For some reason your mind keeps presenting you images of angry Logan, disappointed Charles and very sad Ororo. And Jean with mocking smile, even though she was always nice to you.

“I am so bloody stupid,” you scold yourself as you rub a soap against your skin. Of course, your usual a little reserved manner disappeared when Logan said a few nice words. Pathetic. A guy you have a crush on says a compliment and you immediately throw caution to the wind and take a risk.

You have never regretted anything more.

Wrapping a towel around your torso, you reach for a smaller one to dry your hair. At least you’ve learnt a lesson. You are now even more assured that there is no point in revealing your true emotions. You gained nothing more than shame and regret, and you obviously would do just fine without them.

You put on your favorite jeans and a plaid shirt and stop before your door, your hand on a handle, your brows furrowed.

You are hungry but what if Logan is there? What if you step into him? What if you have to talk to him?

Of course, you can’t stay in your room forever, even though the prospect seems very appealing and tempting. Charles would eventually come to you, asking if you’re alright, and there was no way you could hide your thoughts from him, not when your mind is literally screaming.

You sigh and push the door open, peeking at the corridor. It’s empty and so you walk out of your room and quietly sneak into the kitchen, hoping that Logan is still asleep. Surely, he needs his rest, too, he probably drunk more after you left. You don’t want to think about how your spectacular admission made him feel.

You little journey ends up with a success as you enter a vacant kitchen. Quickly, you make yourself a coffee and scrambled eggs with bacon. Your head doesn’t ache that much already – it’s a con of having enhanced healing abilities.

Being a mutant is very useful sometimes.

Finishing your breakfast in no time, you clean after yourself and after making yourself a cup of tea for later, you head to your room. You need to find a way to occupy your mind, so that you won’t spend the entire day on thinking about last evening. Preparing for tomorrow classes is your top idea now, later probably a nap and a book.

You don’t allow yourself a moment of musing. No way you will think about Logan today. You’re done with him. Nothing you can do about it now, no way you can make it right.  

How can you compete with Jean, anyway?

You pout. It’s an absolutely hopeless situation, isn’t it? Logan most likely hates you now and by tomorrow, Jean will know about your crush, too, which means Scott will find out. And he will definitely tease you forever.

Gosh, you wish you could turn back time and never agree on drinking with Logan.

You are almost at your door when someone calls your name and you freeze, your eyes going wide.

It’s him.

“Y/N! C’mon, we gotta talk.”

“No,” you shake the initial frozen state off and say sternly. “No, no, no, no, no, no.”

You keep repeating it even when you close the door behind yourself, successfully separating you and Logan.

He knocks roughly at the door.

“Can we just talk?”

“No, I’m busy!” you shout, walking away from the door and placing your tea on your desk. Logan won’t walk in uninvited so you opt to ignoring him for as long as it takes. He will eventually give up, right?

“Bullshit, you told you had everything ready.”

“I lied!”

“Oh, so that’s your strategy, eh?”

You curse under your breath at the cockiness in his voice. It seems that nothing you can say will make him go away, and you don’t look forward to feeling trapped in your own room.

“Logan, just go!” you call as you sit on the edge of your bed, your eyes fixed on the door.

“Not until we talk!”

“Go on then!”

“Let me in first!” he barks and you purse your lips. You don’t want to see him but at the same time you’re aware that it’s inevitable. At some point, the two of you have to have a conversation about what happened the previous night but can’t it be delayed? Forever, perhaps?

“Al right, I’m coming in!” he announces after a moment of silence and as the door begin to open, you cover your face with your hands in irrational want to create a kind of shield from him. You can’t see him so he’s not able to see you, right?

He lets out an airy chuckle as he closes the door.

“You know I can still see you.”

“No, you can’t,” you mumble and you hear Logan stepping closer. As you peek down you see his feet directly in front of you.

“Y/N, look at me.”

“No, I don’t wanna.”

“Y/N…” he calls softly as he lowers himself to, most likely, be on your eye level. You’re not bold enough to check.

“You weren’t that shy yesterday,” he teases and you roll your eyes even though he can’t see it.

“I mean, the way you told me about… you know… I didn’t expect such a show, to be honest.”

“What, Jean would do it better?” you say, your voice turning low and almost venomous. You realize that you are being stupidly jealous but you can’t help it. Every time you’ve seen Logan and Jean together, smiling at each other, you wished it was you, not her.

Logan sighs.

“Y/N, listen. I know that it looks like Jean and I have a thing… but she’s with Scott, and I… Damn, you drive me crazy, babygirl.”

“What?!” you exclaim, your hands falling on your thighs as you stare at Logan with wide open eyes.

“Hey, pretty face,” he smirks and you snort through your nose.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Logan quirks up his brow.

“As I said, I’m crazy about you, not Jean.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”

“You flaked off, Y/N,” he chuckles and you nod your head.

“Okay, you have a point,” you admit and Logan shakes his head slightly, a small fond smile spreading on his lips.

“You better now? Or still don’t wanna see me?” he teases again and you playfully punch his arm.

“Shut up, Logan. I was embarrassed, okay?”

“Oh, I can imagine! I thought you wouldn’t leave your room at all today.”

“Well, it crossed my mind,” you crack a smile and gasp when, without warning, Logan wraps his arms around your middle.

“So now’s the fun part,” his voice is lower now, quieter. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you, Logan?” it’s your turn to tease him. Logan simply doesn’t seem like a man who’d ask such a thing.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here and that’s wha-“

He doesn’t get to finish the banter because you pull at the collar of his shirt and crash your lips onto his, successfully cutting him off.

Although, you’re sure Logan doesn’t mind. And even more so, when he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. It’s turning into passionate and rough within seconds, just as you imagined it would be, and you are pushed onto your back only a moment later, his lips starting their sweet assault on your neck.

Logan presses a kiss to the top of Roman’s head. 

Eventually, Roman lets go of most of Logan except for one of his hands which he interlaces their fingers together before continuing to wander around the museum. 

“Are you having a satisfactory time, my dear?” asks Logan. 

Roman grins then gives his hand a squeeze.

“More than satisfactory, my love,” he responds. 

Logan kisses his cheek.

“I’m pleased to hear that,” he says with a smile. 

Looking at his boyfriend, Roman raises an eyebrow at him...suspicious about the grin on his face but knowing better than to ask because when Logan doesn’t want to share something, there’s no getting it out of him. 

They come to a water fountain with benches around the edge for people to sit on, in the middle of the courtyard and Logan leads over to one of the empty benches.

Roman watches in concern as Logan opens and closes his mouth several times before nodding to himself and turning to him.

Logan takes both of Roman’s hands in his own. 

“I’ve never been good with words and emotions; never thought I’d ever need to be until you dramatically threw yourself into my life. Then I found myself speechless for all the best reasons whenever you’re around. I want to keep being speechless for the rest of my life….”

Letting go of one of Roman’s hands, Logan stands up from the bench only to go down onto one knee in front of him, causing Roman’s eyes to widen and his free hand to come up to his mouth as he realizes what’s happening when he sees the box in Logan’s hand.

“There are no words in the English dictionary to adequately sum up everything you mean to me but I want to spend the rest of our lives trying to find them. Roman, the brightest star in my life, will you do the honor of marrying me?” 

Opening the box, there’s a simple yet elegant diamond ring with one ruby on each side of the diamond. 

Roman throws himself at Logan, kissing every part of him that he can reach.

“I take that is a yes?”

“Yes! A million times yes!”

Logan takes the ring out of the box then slips it onto the ring finger on Roman’s left hand before kissing him.

Leaning his forehead against Logan’s, Roman smiles brightly as happy tears stream down both of their faces.

“You know, we’re gonna need to get you a ring too.”

There was silence for a few moments and Logan’s about to knock again when the door opens and Patton’s standing in front of him; the cat cardigan missing from Patton’s shoulders while his shirt is untucked and wrinkled. 

It’s a punch to Logan’s gut.

Tilting his head to the side at the sight of Logan, Patton frowns in confusion about what Logan wants now. 

Unable to figure out how to start, Logan holds out the light blue mug, that’s covered with puppies and kittens on it, for Patton to take. 

Patton hesitates for a couple moments before taking it and holding it up to his nose and inhaling the scent of apple cinnamon. 

“I thought you might like a cup of tea, Patton,” explains Logan. 

Taking a small sip of the warm beverage, Patton closes his eyes and enjoys it. Then he opens his eyes and offers Logan a small smile. 

“Thanks Logan. Do you, um, wanna come in?” asks Patton when he realizes they’re standing in his doorway. 

“I would appreciate that,” answers Logan. 

Patton moves out of the way so Logan can enter his room then he closes the door while keeping a secure hold on his mug. 

Moving over to his bed, Patton sits down with his back against the headboard as he watches Logan figure out where to sit. He eventually takes pity on Logan. 

“You can sit with me on my bed, Logan,” Patton offers.

Logan bites his bottom lip because he wants to join Patton but it’s hard for him to allow himself to do so. Apparently, his feet have a mind of their own as he starts walking over to the bed then sits down by Patton’s feet, careful to not spill his coffee on the other Side. 

Taking a sip of his coffee, Logan considers his words carefully so as to prevent any misunderstanding between them.

“I owe you an apology, Patton,” he holds up a hand when Patton goes to speak, “You may not think it necessary but this is something I know I need to do.” 

Patton holds his mug with both of his hands as he waits for Logan to speak again.

“I am sorry that I hurt your feelings and made you feel like you don’t matter because that is so far from the truth. All of you matter to me but you, Patton....you matter the most to me. I know it should not be that way but I cannot help myself,” he looks down trying to hide his blush and thus, missing the smile Patton sends his way, “I will do better to not let the words and actions of the others get under my skin and frustrate me. I will also do better to not take that frustration out on others, especially you.”

The sound of ceramic meeting wood draws Logan’s gaze back to Patton - the mug of tea sits empty on his night stand as he holds his arms out for a hug. 

Of course, Logan gives in, but only after his own mug joins Patton’s.

Once he has Logan where he wants him, Patton maneuvers them into a more comfortable position for cuddling causing Logan to chuckle but not  make any effort to move. 

“Thank you, Logan,” he whispers. 

Logan kisses the nearest part of Patton’s head he can reach.

“Of course, Patton.”

Logan watches Patton in confusion.

Quicker than Logic expects, Patton grabs his laptop from the dining room table, closes it before placing it gently on the counter behind him; at least he treats it better than Roman does.

“Patton, honestly. I need my computer in order to keep working,” states Logan firmly.

Patton grabs Logan’s arm and gently pulls him up from his chair and before Logan can react, he sweeps him up into his arms into a princess hold causing Logan to blush because he really didn’t think Patton would go through with his threat and he’s surprisingly strong for someone who appears to be so soft and gentle.

The sight of Logan’s blush causes Patton to chuckle.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you blush, Lo!”

Logan’s blush deepens at the compliment and he can’t help hiding his face in Patton’s neck.

This, of course, offers Patton the opportunity he’s been waiting for in order to drag or rather, carry Logan away from his work to get some rest.

Logan huffs, blowing air against Patton’s neck when he feels them heading up the stairs towards their rooms.

“You’re really doing it,” he looks up at Patton with a soft smile, “when I think you can’t surprise me anymore, you go ahead and prove me wrong. In the best of ways, of course.”

Logan didn’t want Patton to misunderstand his words and his clarification proves fruitful when Patton stops walking to kiss him on his forehead.

Opening the bedroom door, Patton carries Logan the short distance between door and before setting him down gently. The softness of the bed immediately informs Logan, he’s not in his own room causing him to look at Patton who settled down besides him on the bed.

At the confused stare he gets from Logan, Patton laughs as he curls up next to him.

“Honestly, Lo; taking you to your room would have done nothing in regards to getting you to rest. So, I brought you to my room so I can make sure it happens,” comments Patton.

Logan rolls his eyes but makes no effort to move because the bed trapped him with its comfort and Patton’s presence at his side makes it difficult to leave if he really wanted to.

Kissing the nearest part of Logan’s head he can reach, Patton snuggles up to him.

“You’re okay, Logan…to go to sleep. I can keep the effects of my room at bay for you if that’s keeping you from falling asleep,” he comments softly.

Logan smiles at him.

“I assure you it is not but I appreciate the concern and effort on my part,” Logan replies just as softly.

“Nope, switched shifts with a co-worker.”

Patton opens his mouth to say something when Roman launches himself at him, knocking him backwards onto his bed, beneath Roman; something he’s fantasized about though not under these circumstances.

“God, I missed you,” whispers Roman against Patton’s neck.

Unsure of what to do, Patton wraps his arm around Roman then slowly rubs his back causing his friend to snuggle closer.

Roman relaxes against him then drifts off to sleep where he is.

Seeing he’s stuck for the foreseeable future; Patton takes comfort from Roman’s presence and follows him off to dreamland.

Later that evening, two other familiar voices rouse Patton.

“Well, this is just too precious to process,” comments one voice.

“I literally can’t think of anything bitter or cynical to remark,” says another.

Blinking a few times before adjusting his glasses, Patton looks over to his doorway and spots his other two best friends, Logan and Virgil standing there and looking at him and Roman.

Oh bugger.

He knows what this looks like but what’s going is so far from the truth and he’d never want to come between them, as much as it hurts because he knows his three best friends are happily together.

All of his squirming wakes up Roman who let’s go of him without thinking and Patton sends himself flying backwards and off of the bed. As he lays there, all he can think of is he hopes he didn’t ruin Roman’s relationship.

A purple and black arm appears in his line of vision.

Patton looks up and Virgil’s there with a concerned look on his face as he waits for Patton to take his hand, which he does immediately.

What he doesn’t expect is Virgil using his hold on Patton’s hand, pull him towards him then hugs him tightly, leaning his forehead against Patton’s before closing his eyes.

“Next time, I’m going with you,” he whispers.

Patton doesn’t know how long they stand like this.

Cough.

Virgil turns his head and hisses at Logan and Roman, who take several steps backwards with their hands raised in the air unthreateningly.

Patton blinks.

This is new.

“As much as I like having ya’ll in my room, maybe we should go out to the living room,” suggests Patton.

Seeing as Virgil’s not gonna let him go any time soon, Patton lifts him up, causing Virgil’s legs to wrap around his waist on instinct and his grip around his neck to tighten.

Patton thinks he hears Roman whisper,

“That’s hot,”

Under his breath but surely that can’t be right.

Pushing the thought out of his mind, Patton concentrates on carrying Virgil out into the living room while Roman and Logan follow him.

“Alright, you’re gonna have to get down so I don’t drop you,” states Patton.

Virgil pouts but unwraps his legs from Patton’s waist before using him to help stabilize himself.

Removing himself from Virgil’s grip, Patton sends him a smile in response to Virgil’s pout at his actions (and boy, doesn’t Patton want to kiss that pout right off his lips).

He looks at Logan before opening his arms for a hug.

Long ago, Patton realizes that this isn’t something Logan’s always in the mood for.

He’s pleased however, instead of hesitating…Logan immediately steps into his space and hugs him tightly.

“It pleases me greatly to have you back,” Logan says softly.

“I had a good weekend but I’m glad to be back,” he replies.

Logan squeezes him softly in response, content to enjoy the moment.

“Alright, lovebirds. Time to break it up,” yells Roman.

In an instant, Patton’s reminded of his situation and how he has no place in their relationship. Panicked, he lets go of Logan then jumps backwards to put space between him and the others. Apparently, it’s still too easy for him to fall into old habits which, not good for getting over his crushes.

“Patton? Are you alright?” asks Logan.

“Uh, yeah; been a long travel day and all that,” he answers.

Virgil frowns as he watches Patton.

“This is the second time tonight you’ve reacted like this. You sure you’re all good?” he questions.

“Ac-ac-act like what?” responds Patton.

“A kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar,” explains Virgil.

Patton shakes his head.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry. I probably should get some sleep,” he says as he tries to head back to his room.

A hand grabs his own causing Patton to pause and look at Roman. He can’t decipher the look in Roman’s eyes.

“Maybe Remus was right after all…” he trails off.

Patton tilts his head to the side in confusion because Roman never admits it when his brother is right about something. The confusion grows when both Logan and Virgil have a lightbulb moment themselves.

“You’re in love with us but think we couldn’t feel the same way about you,” states Roman.

Patton bites his lip.

“You know about us, don’t you Patton?” comments Logan.

His silence illuminates something for both Roman and Virgil.

It’s time to come clean to his best friends.

“How could I not fall in love with all of you? There’s no one better on the Earth than the three of you,” he sighs, “that’s why it’s not hard to realize you’re all out of my league and I have no place here,” Patton admits.

“Oh Pat…”comments Virgil softly.

Logan moves to his side once more.

“Falsehood.”

Before Logan says another word, Roman jumps in.

“The last few days without you here…the apartment felt cold and more like a house than a home. Without you, Patton,” Roman pauses and runs a hand through his hair, “without you…we’re incomplete. You’re our heart and we’re in love with you.”

Logan and Virgil nod in immediate agreement.

It’s overwhelming and he feels like he’s gonna faint but that doesn’t stop him from smiling the brightest and lovingly smile at them causing all three of the men to blush bright red.

Logan’s the closest to him, so Patton grabs his hand and pulls Logan towards him, stealing the move Virgil used early but instead of hugging him, Patton gently cups his cheeks before kissing him for a few moments then letting go.

Next comes Virgil but despite Patton’s plan of kissing softly and gently like Logan, he presses himself up against Patton as he kisses him back; desperately but fiercely at the same time. When they part, it takes Patton a couple moments to find himself.

Last but certainly not least is Roman, determined to not be outdone by Virgil.

As Patton kisses him, he wraps himself around Patton to the point, one wrong move sends them down onto the couch. Then when Patton pulls away to breath, Roman moves his lips to Patton’s neck, surprising him enough to get a startled squeak out of him.

Then Roman feels himself being pulled back.

“Alright, Princey; remember, you gotta share and I think Patton needs some space to breath,” comments Virgil.

Romans hops up, allowing Patton to sit up and take a couple deep breaths with Logan sitting besides him and rubbing his back.

Looking from Logan to Roman to Virgil and back again, Patton couldn’t believe his dreams were coming true.

“This isn’t a dream, right?” he asks.

Virgil laughs lightly, pushing Roman down next to Patton on the couch then sits in his lap.

“This is very much real, Pat. You have nothing to worry about,” replies Virgil as he takes Patton’s hand.

Patton drapes his free arm over Logan’s shoulder, who moves closer to Patton before kissing him on the forehead.

“Indeed, we’re very much in love with you and none of us would have it any other way,” comments Logan.

Roman smiles at him contentedly.

“Alright, alright. We’re here to watch a movie, not make-out,” comments Virgil.

Behind him, Logan shakes his head at all three of them.

Roman smirks.

“Jealous Virge?” he says cockily.

“Always; of whoever is making out with Patton that isn’t me,” he responds confidently.

Roman’s jaw drops open.

“Enough you two, let’s get settled for movie night,” interrupts Logan.

He knows those two could go all night if they’re not nipped in the bud.

Patton takes one of the bowls of popcorn from Logan then places it on the side table followed by the other one which he places on the coffee table, earning a smile from the logical side. Then he grabs Logan’s hand and tugs him so he’s sitting on the couch next to him.

The other two follow suit with Roman next to Patton, draping his arm around his shoulder while Virgil plops down on Patton’s lap. There are a couple minutes of shifting around until they’re comfortable.