Logicality Oneshots

Gasoline

Logan sat down on his bed. He didn't feel like doing anything. He got up and picked up his iPod. He placed his earbuds in his ears and played a random song. He didn't notice his door was open a bit. Logan started to sing.

"Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that motherf***er down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?
Are you high enough without the mary jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me,
Saying that 'You shouldn't waste your pretty face' like me?"

The others heard the singing and came to check it out. They were surprised to find it was Logan who was singing.

"And all the people say,
'You can't wake up, this is not a dream, you're part of a machine, you are not a human being,
With your face all made up, living on a screen, low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline'.
I think there's a flaw in my code,
These voices won't leave me alone.
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold."

Everyone watched in confusion. Was he just singing this song on random or did the song have something to do with him?

"Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a f***ing hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers cause you'll never take the blame like me?"

Patton watched with sad eyes. He wanted to help Logan.

"And all the people say,
'You can't wake up, this is not a dream, you're part of a machine, you are not a human being,
With your face all made up, living on a screen, low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline'.
I think there's a flaw in my code,
These voices won't leave me alone.
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold."

Logan sat down in his chair. Spirit came over to him and set her head on his knee. Logan picked up a squeaky toy.

"I'm fine, Spirit. Just frustrated with everything." Logan continued talking and threw the squeaky toy. Spirit immediately went after it. But she smelled something. She sniffed the ground and padded towards the doorway. She looked up at the door to find it was open.

The others, except for Patton, left. Patton needed to talk to Logan.

"Hello, Spirit," Patton said quietly and pet her head. "Do you mind me talking to Logan for a second?"

She barked to get her master's attention. Logan looked over at her. Spirit tilted her head up at Patton.

"Oh, Salutations, Patton. How may I help you?" He asked.

Patton closed the door and walked towards him.

"I think the real question is 'how can I help you, Logan?'" He said.

"What?"

"I heard you singing."

"Oh, just forget it then, I'm fine."

"But, Logan you're not fine!" Patton yelled at him. Logan looked shocked. "I'm sorry for yelling, but you need to tell me what's going on once and a while."

Logan stayed silent, tears in his eyes. Patton noticed.

"Logan? Are you okay?" Patton panicked. Logan shook his head.

"N-no... I'm not." His voice was quivering. Patton immediately wrapped Logan in a hug.

"Sh... tell me about your problems so that I can help you."

They moved to Logan's bed and Logan told Patton how he truly felt.

~~~~~

After a while, Logan had fallen asleep in Patton's arms.

'Poor Logie... he's been working himself too hard.' Patton thought and kissed the top of Logan's head. 

Patton pulled the covers over both of them.

"Goodnight, Logan," Patton said and slowly shut his eyes.

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