I swear I'm not dead-))

“S-sto-stop it.” The intellectual stammered as the royal seized his hands away from his mouth, eyes wide with infatuation. “You have a stutter?” the prince gasped and leaned closer while a minor smile jerked at his lips, Logan bit his lip and swerved his head away clapping his trembling hands over his lips. “It-it's not fu-funny!” he grumbled angrily through his shaking fingers, his voice wavering along with his stutter. “I'm not saying that it is, I'm just very intrigued,” Roman disclosed as he lowered Logan's hands once more, fully revealing his flushed expression. “It's n-not inter-interesting at all, I-I-I hate it,” Logan insisted still abstaining to meet Roman's gaze.

The creative male frowned and released his partner's quivering hands and instead cupped his flushed face in his own large, cool hands forcing the studious male to look at him. “Logan, you are a very unique and special person. And to me, everything about you is a gift, truly, all your imperfections are what make you perfect in my eyes.” His eyes held so much sincerity as he spoke, and his voice never once faltered or wavered. He truly meant what he said and Logan couldn't help the pang of guilt that hit him square in the chest, had it not been for Roman holding him together he would have toppled over in an instant. “I...I only stu-stutter when I-I'm stressed...” He lowered his gaze in shame, he couldn't bear admitting his weakness to someone who looked up to him at times in need.

Roman's gaze softened as he realized his mistake and he immediately took a step back, hands slipping away from his partner's face. “I'm terribly sorry, I hope I didn't make it worse, I was only trying to—” Logan cut him off by raising a hand up to stop him, he breathed steadily through his nose, lips pursed and pressed together in a thin line. When he was confident enough with himself to speak he parted his lips. “It-it's not...not your f-f-fault.” He assured and sighed heavily, clearly upset with himself and looking quite frustrated. “Is there any way I can help you?” asked the now extremely concerned prince, his forehead creased with worry and his brows furrowed.

Logan nodded and locked eyes with him. “J-just st-stay with m...m..me.”

Roman blushed and quickly averted his gaze, he cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay.” He breathed and took a calm breath before he turned his attention back to Logan who was now trying to calm himself, “why don't you try saying my name?” Roman suggested, face hot with embarrassment. Logan looked up at him, he stared at him in thought before he sighed and opened his mouth. “Ro...Romm—” he stopped himself short and shook his head, even more annoyed with himself. Roman took his hands once more and gave them a firm yet gentle squeeze. Logan took another calming breath and repeated the process. “Rom...” He took a small pause, for his eyes had filled with tears of anger and embarrassment, he couldn't even do this simple task. He had no control over his body, and he hated that. He hated knowing that he couldn't control this, this imperfection he was burdened with.

Roman lifted Logan's chin up and locked eyes with him, the shorter male averted his gaze and blinked away his pathetic tears. Roman cupped his cheek and swiped his thumb under his eye, wiping away a stray tear. Logan took Roman's wrist, his hand slightly trembling with nerves. “R-Roman…” he breathed and shut his eyes, now only focusing on his faltering breath. The prince's throat swelled with empathetic pain, to see Logan this vulnerable was both something so rare and interesting yet so concerning and painful to observe. “Breathe Logan, focus on nothing but me.” He instructed in a low, soothing voice that eased Logan of his worries and calmed his nervous tick. Soon he was breathing steadily, he opened his mouth one more time, and spoke, “Roman..” The words slipped off his tongue just as gracefully as the person with such a name. The royal beamed like the sun, his smile just as bright. “That's my name mi amor! Don't wear it out.” He chuckled as Logan rolled his eyes to him. “Tonto.” the words zipped out Logan's mouth like lightning that the prince was not able to catch what his partner had said, Roman frowned the subtlety of it but was abruptly caught off guard as the intellectual suddenly wrapped him in a hug.

The prince almost instantly wrapped his arms around him, returning the embrace. “Thank you…Roman..” Logan mumbled into the collar of the prince's shirt, his face once again flushed. Roman sighed and kissed the top of Logan's head, a gesture so simple yet so sincere. “Anytime, mi estrellita.” and for a moment the two stayed together in a loving embrace, that is until they noticed Virgil and Patton watching from a distance, Patton squealing and Virgil grumbling as he fished a dollar out of his pocket and handed it over to said squealing male.