Patton tried to keep himself together. He could half muster saying "I'm sorry" before running out of Logan's room and going to his own. He curled up on his bed, clinging to the Pattington Bear, softly c·ying.
(that genuinely made me c·y writing that-- that's a good thing, it means I'm doing my job well)
Logan sighed heavily and looked back at his work, clenching his head. God, what was wrong with him..? He looked at the stress dog, and gently squeezed it. He began to feel more and more awful about what he’d done, his headache only getting worse. He got up, and went to that one cafe in the imagination, getting two cookies for Patton before sinking down to his husband’s room.
(Wait what- omg are you okay??)
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Patton was still in the same position, and facing away from Logan. The only difference was that his s•bs were a bit more audible than before, once he assured himself that he was alone and could c•y freely and without judgment.
(yeah I'm good I think)
Last edited by meloncalling on Sun Mar 14, 2021 6:03 am, edited 1 time in total.
I-I just don't want you to be s-stressed anymore...! I'm s-so worried about y-you a-and I j-just want you t-to be okay... Y-You do s-so much.... t-too much...
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