Thomas's (pov)

The others have been acting strange. That's the easy thing to say when you live with ghosts. Roman and Virgil have been getting closer compared to when we first met, Patton has been avoiding Logan and trying to make it not look obvious. Keyword, trying. I tapped my fingers across the bench in Joan's home. They've let me stay with them for awhile. Ghosts problems. Not entirely false but I doubt that's what they think I meant.

"You know I gotta Ouji board if you're interested? Could definitely tell us something?" I smiled, taking the coffee they handed over. "Nah I don't think I need it to talk to them." I laughed awkwardly at myself, trying desperately to ignore Joans confused look. "What do you mean by that?" Damnit. "Well uh you know? Just y-you know?" They raised a brow "Thomas?" I swallowed placing down my mug, I've never been good at secrets. "Don't freak out." "I'm already freaked out." "But ghosts are real and I can talk to those who have died and the orphan father Patton thinks I'm his child." I said slowly, not looking them in the eye. Their mouth lay open a blank expression on their face. "Y-you can see these~" "Yes." They chuckled nervously. "Ah. Ok...Then maybe oh I don't know. Move." They punched the last word.

"They may or may not be my friends...."

Well I got kicked out.

More accurately they asked me politely to leave so I don't spread any ghost stuff. To their defence they are fucking ghosts. "Thomas. I see you're back from your work break." Logan greeted me right away. He sat on the couch messing with the radio buttons. "Uh yea." Forgot I told them about that as an excuse Logan, ever curious, placed down the radio full attention now on me. "Something the matter?" "That obvious?" He nodded. I took seat next to him lying back on the couch and putting my legs up, then going right through his lap. "Would you like to talk of it?" I shook my head, sighing "Could you talk? I mean I'm sure you got some interesting stories. Being murdered and all." He chuckled. "I actually don't remember much of it. I just know the basics." I sat up on my elbows looking through him. "I'm all ears."

Logan's (pov)

I was walking home from a date. Hand in hand as he-

"She was rambling about her kids. You could tell~"

He really loved them. We went through back alleys to avoid homopho-

"Avoid wondering eyes. The strange thing is I don't remember if she was my wife or not. I assume not. After all there must be a reason she murdered me. But I know the~"

Boy I was with made me happy. I laughed at his jokes like I never had before. "Logie?" I turned to /:*]{#* a smile slowly fading off his face as we reach the outside of my house. "Do you love me?"

"I didn't know how to respond. I mean we were standing outside of the house me and my wife had bought together. But I knew....I just knew something clicked with her. It made sense to be with her~"

"Can I answer you later?" He looked more disappointed than I thought he would. "Oh o-ok! I just thought I meant something to you." My heart broke. Something I didn't know it could do. "It's not that. Not at all." I pulled him close to me, looking him in the eye. "It's just confusing. I never knew I was whatever this is." He laughed sadly, "A lotta guys don't."

"After that night I told her to give me a week." Thomas looked to me curiously. "And?" I fiddled with my glasses, for once I didn't know what to say. "I don't know. But I know I needed therapy." Thomas's eyes widened as if he realised something. Granted he's an idiot but I wouldn't be shocked if he figured it out. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I shrugged, standing myself upright and moving back through Thomas. "Would you care if I asked who it was?" I sighed just walking past him.

"If you can figure it out, let me know."