His heart was pounding. His mind was racing. Another man. In his changing room. Patton slowly opened the door all the way and the man smirked, looking at Patton dangerously. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Patton flinched as the man slapped him.  He fell to the ground, crying. This... wasn't normal. He felt spit land on his cheek as the sound of heavy boots echoed through the halls. "Man, don't do drag. You don't want to look like a sissy."
Patton's fists curled up into balls as he heard that. He stood up, fire burning in his eyes. He grabbed the man by his hair and started punching him. One punch after another until he was down for the count. Patton wiped his face of the spit, and flung it at him. "Don't loose a fight with a drag queen, hon. It makes you look like a sissy."
Logan heard the oven beep as he finished setting the table up. Cooking seemed to relax him, plus it was tonight of all nights, so he had made as much food as possible. Just a small abnormality in the system could ruin it. This had to be perfect. As he set the final dish on the counter, he heard the door open. As he felt the ring in his pocket he felt shreds of anxiety moving through him. Just... breathe, Logan.
He walked towards the door to see Pat... crying? "Patton, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Is something wrong?" He looked up with his tearful eyes and just bawled. Logan shushed him and rocked him in his arms. It was gonna be okay. As he carried Patton to the bathroom, he heard the man, ragged and tired, try to say something. " I-I'll be okay Lo," he shaked as he shut his eyes. Logan put the water on, throwing some bubble bath in the tub too. He gently stripped Patton and lowered him into the water. What he didn't notice before was the giant handprint-shaped bruise on his face.
Logan was furious but he continued to take care of Patton. Gently drying him off, he carried him to their bedroom, clothed in his softest puppy pajamas, and laid him down on the bed. Well... this wasn't ideal... but.... "Patton? Are you awake, darling?"
"Darling, I know it's been a bad day for you but I need to ask you. Ever since we started dating, I've been dreaming of this beautifully romantic proposal, but tonight was the night I was planning it. I know your emotions are ragged right now, and you can reject if you are not ready, but I would love to ask you to be mine... forever."
And the tears started falling. Yes. Yes he would.
Hope you enjoyed this ficlet! And yes, I did write this, but I originally posted it on my tumblr, oakwritesfanfic. So yeah, no copying involved. Thanks so much for reading, love y'all ❤️