He looked down, feeling almost guilty as he joined Logan on the bed. He felt Logan's arms wrap around him, and he clinged to them. A few t•ars fell down his face and onto Logan's arm.
I-I'm sorry for interrupting you, I know you're busy, I... I...
Quiet s•bs came from the fatherly side, along with the shaking that accompanied it.
I-I just feel so bad, you're always so busy, we don't cuddle as much as we used to, you haven't touched the Loagie Bear, you barely even come out of your room anymore, and I feel so.... s-so alone....
...Patton... I’ve slept with the Loagie bear practically every night... I... I now realize, I’ve been horrible... I-I’m sorry... I never meant to neglect you... I’ll do better from now on...
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Patton turned over, hugging Logan tightly. There was a cracking sound, presumably Patton's glasses pressing into Logan's shoulder. He was still shaking a bit, but breathing exercises were helping.
“And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
