It was peaceful, really.

Logan sat high in a tree. His book pages fluttered in the crisp winds of November. It was almost sundown, so the landscape was tinted a beautiful gold.

Sitting up high helped him think. If Thomas was writing a report, you'd find Logan perched in his favorite tree with a cup of coffee. Today was one of the rare days Logan was sitting up here for fun. The weather was calculated beforehand, so Logan knew that tonight was the perfect night for stargazing.

The others also knew this and planned on having a picnic under the night sky. Though Logan said he was busy, he just wanted to quietly read alone.

'Alone.' He thought. Sure that's what he wanted, but was it what he needed?

Of course, it was. This week had been fairly stressful for the stoic trait, with the need for appreciation hitting him hard. He wasn't recognized, listened to...

There was one trait he really wanted to impress but had pushed him aside.

Patton.

His big brown eyes, the way he smiled when he was happy or content...

He was perfect.

Logan knew this, of course. He knew everything. But, it was nagging at him day and night.

Brainstorming with Roman? Oh, but, wouldn't it be awesome is Patton was here?

Calming Virgil down after an attack? Patton knows exactly how to do this. He should call him.

Logan thought on this until the sun went down. The chatter of the others brought him to his senses. He looked down at his mug solemnly and wished he was out there with them. He could've easily said yes to Roman's proposal of a picnic, but no. That could've caused emotions. Emotions that he had never felt before. A tingling in his chest, his stomach being tied in knots (figuratively, of course), loss of words...

He would've given anything to be out there that night.

Alas, he watched from his branch as the others talked and ate. He watched as Patton cracked jokes and laughed at himself. He watched as Roman made flower crowns. He watched as Virgil read to everyone under the light of the moon.

But all he could hear were echoes.