I'm so confused. Last night I talked to Patton about how I have a crush, and instead of coming to the obvious conclusion that I had a crush on him, he ran away crying.

Now, Roman and Virgil keep giving me death glares, and Patton has plastic skin on his arm, and Patton keeps bursting into tears and not looking at me. Who else could he think I like?

He has nothing I'd ever wanted in my mate, but he was everything I love. How could he not be? His smile could light... and this is where I stop with metaphors. 

Anyways, how could he not see that he was the only one I wanted? We had a lifetime of close memories, and every time I see him, a few cells die from the heat of my face.

And then I remember that he's emotions guy, not intelligence man. 

I sigh. I have to find out what's wrong with his arm. If it cracked again, I'll... protect him? From me? Why is love so dumb?

I'm just not sure if he still likes me. I keep hurting him, and there's no reason for him to want to stay with a peasant when he could have a king.

I rise up into the living room, where Thomas and all the sides are about to watch a Disney movie. We stopped voting, after the incident with Roman, and now we rock-paper-scissors to the death. Patton wins and picks Cinderella.

When the movies over, Roman is still singing "A Dream is a wish your heart makes", and Thomas suddenly stops him, and says "Last night I had a dream I was dating Logan." Patton turns bright red and sinks down faster than anyone thought possible. I know I'm bright red, but I need to settle this. 

When it's nice outside, Patton likes to sit on the roof of the Mind. It's nice up there. Malleable clouds chase each other across the sky, and the Sun only gives a pleasant heat. It's raining outside, but I know Patton will be there. I teleport up there and make sure he can hear me walk up to him. He avoids looking at me, and I sit next to him on the edge of the roof. He's crying. I can always tell when he cries. After a few minutes, he looks up and wipes his face. 

"What are you here for? To tell me that it'll never happen? To tell me that I'm a great friend? To say that dreaming is nice? To tell me the only thing I've wanted for years can never be mine? I know it can't! I know you'll never be mine! You'll never love me like I love you! You'll never do anything I want you to do! You'll never even want to!"

I grab him in a hug, crying as his whole body cracks, and a few pieces fall. I lay his head in my lap and look into the eyes I've loved for years, almost screaming to the sky as I see the pain and sadness. I bring his face to mine, and quietly ask "May I?" He can hardly respond. He's dying from a broken heart, so he just nods a little. I gently grab his chin and kiss him. My whole world narrows to just him. To just this boy who changed my life forever. To just the man who's made me human. Sparks fly, and I finally pull apart. He looks up, beaming, mostly healed, just a few cracks on his hand. A heart doesn't heal in a few seconds. The clouds start to fade away, and a brilliant rainbow takes their place. 

Because this is Thomas, the rainbow says "PRIDE".