Logan was definitely confused and concerned when he heard a loud scream sound from his boyfriends bedroom. As he was about to go check on him he heard loud footsteps quickly approaching, finally seeing Patton turn a corner and glancing behind him, like he was being chased. Not seeing Logan, he ran into him, knocking them both to the ground.

Patton yelped in surprise, calming down slightly to find it was only Logan he had bumped into, quickly sitting up and crawling behind Logan. He hid behind him, peering over his shoulder, glancing around cautiously.

"Protect me Logan!" He yelled, hugging him from behind and hiding his face in his shoulder.

"Protect you from what, Patton? What is the matter?" Logan questioned, very confused as to what was going on. He wanted to help, but he had no idea what had startled him so much.

"C-cre-creepy..." Patton stuttered out, shaking and holding onto Logan tighter.

"Creepy? What is creepy?" Logan pressed, looking out for whatever it was he was afraid of.

"There was a creepy crawly death dealer in my room!" He shouted, obviously terrified. It took Logan a moment to understand. At first he thought he might have been too shocked by what he had seen to put together coherent sentences.

"Oh." Logan muttered, finally realizing. "There was a spider in your room?" He asked, and Patton just nodded, still tightly holding on to Logan and whining.

"It was terrifying Logan! I could have died!" He cried dramatically, and for a moment Logan wondered if maybe he had confused Roman for his boyfriend.

"Well, technically yes, but I doubt this particular spider could have harmed you." Logan pointed out. "Depends on what kind of spider it was."

"It doesn't matter what kind of spider it is, all spiders should be dead spiders." Patton complained again, frowning up at Logan. "Won't you go and kill it for me Logan? Please?" He begged, pouting and holding onto Logan's arm.

Logan sighed, getting up from where they had fallen. "I suppose. Where did you see it?"

****

After Logan finally found the spider in Patton's mess of a bedroom he carefully carried the tiny terrifying creature out of the room, taking him outside where he could do no harm and letting him free. When he returned to Patton, who didn't know he hadn't killed the spider, he was greeted by a long and sudden hug.

"Thank you Logan!" He smiled, pressing a short kiss to his lips. "You're my hero."

"Yes, yes, Patton. You are adorable." He smiled, returning his hug happily. "I'm always prepared to help you deal with the spiders-"

"Creepy crawly death dealers." Patton cut him off, correcting what he said.

"...Yes, those." He agreed simply, not wanting to argue. "I am happy to help you. I love you, Patton."

"I love you too, Logan!"

I.... honestly have no idea how the hell this happened. I swear, last time I glanced at the clock it said it was one, and then next thing I know it's 6:30 and I've just finished another oneshot.

One thing bugging me. (Oh boy another rant. Ignore me if you wish.) Human emotions. They are complicated, and very very stupid. I do not understand them at all.

Especially when it comes to grieving over a loss. I... really don't understand other people's emotions sometimes. Like.... for some reason, even if it was completely an accident, people always need something to blame and be mad at. Whether it's god, themselves, or a person who didn't treat whoever it is that is gone perfectly all the time, there's always someone that people must find to blame.

I don't understand. Does it help them to feel better? Because from what I've seen it only makes things worse. Anger is such a dumb emotions. Very rarely am I angry, and when I am I still try my best to think rationally because I understand that things said while a person is emotional are often stupid and hurtful, and shouldn't be said. Yet people just... don't care sometimes. I don't get it. Why do people get so angry at such strange things?

When people are sad and angry because they're grieving.... how do you fix it? Can it be fixed? Is there any way I can ever be helpful to the people I love who need comfort? Why am I so awful at knowing what to say or do when people are upset? How do I fix this? Why am I like this? It's very frustrating. I want to help. I don't know how, and it feels like I have to sit by and watch them hurt, unable to do anything to help. It's stupid, I feel very stupid. This is all incredibly stupid.

I'm sad. And angry at myself. I wish I were more useful to the people I love. But oh well, I guess. Nothing I can do about it. For now... sleep might be a good idea. So, that's what I'll do.

Hope you enjoyed this, sorry it is short. Thank you for reading. *magic storm rolls in, raining ring pops*

The world would be a better place if it rained ring pops honestly. Take care of yourself. Do something you enjoy. Be happy. Love you. Bye-Bob