What up
Entry for a oneshot competition held by Pengi11
I was literally looking at text posts for this one
Possible TW: Logan gets drunk obviously, crying, declarations of love, french
Also that first nickname is original thank you very much

"Oh come on Johnny Clash, one more won't hurt him."

"Roman, he's already getting drunk! We have no idea what more wine could do to him!"

Thomas was alone in his home, watching The Office and drinking wine. Which was Roman's idea. Which Virgil was completely against.

"Roman, come on!"

"You can't stop me! I control his arm, bitch!" Roman made Thomas take another sip.

"Dude!"

"Guys, um," Patton spoke up. "I really hate to stop you guys from talking, but where's Logan?"

They all stopped. Slowly, they turned to the doorway.

"The only thing we have to fear is- is fear itself. And weasels." Logan let out a little laugh. "Those bastards'll get you."

"Hey, L." Virgil walked over to him and put his flushed boyfriend's arm around him for support. "C'mon, let's get you to the sofa."

"Fuck weasels."

"Okay, love." Virgil lay him down. "Fuck weasels."

"Hey, heyheyheyhey." Logan grabbed the back of Virgil's jacket. "All of you, hey, guess what?"

"What is it, Lo?" Patton ran a hand through Logan's hair.

He giggled. "My boyfriend is.. is s-so, is the best. Absolutely astonishing. I love him."

"Logan, we're all your boyfriends."

"Exactly!" He burst out laughing. "I completely fooled all of you!"

See, Thomas getting even the slightest bit drunk meant that, by association, Logan was immediately affected. Logic was literally thrown out the window.

Logan threw his arms around Roman from behind. "Mon amour..."

Roman leaned into him. "What's up, Logan?"

"I learned french because you learned spanish so now I can make sure you have nooo idea what I'm saying."

"Oh, really?" Roman turned around to face him with a soft smile on his face. "Let's hear it."

"Roman, tu est très beau. Je t'aime beaucoup, mon prince. Tes chansons et magnifiques et ta cheveux est, um, marron-"
(Roman, you are very beautiful. I love you a lot, my prince. Your songs are magnificent and your hair is, um, brown-)

"Okay, okay," Roman laughed. "I get it, Logan. I love you too."

Logan grinned, kissing Roman. "Marry me?"

"Maybe someday, love."

—

"Patton?"

"Yes, honey? Do you need something? Water?"

"Hm, no. I don't like water. But I like you, is that okay? Can I have some you?"

Patton smiled. He sat down next to Logan on the sofa. "Of course you can."

Logan leaned his head on Patton's shoulder. "Space is beautiful."

"Well, yes, it is-"

"Not as beautiful as you, though. Not even the brightest stars could compare to your eyes. Any new planets to be discovered will never come close in size to my love for you."

Patton kind of froze, with his mouth open. Logan pushes it closed. "You'll catch flies."

He just smiled to himself and leaned his head on Logan's.

—

"What's goin on, L?" Virgil asked in response to Logan practically appearing in his lap.

"You know who the most handsome man in the world is?"

Virgil leaned down a little closer to him. "You?"

"False, but good try. It's Ryan Reynolds."

"Whatever you say, o smart one."

"You know, you're very attractive yourself. Are you single?"

"No, not exactly."

Logan sat straight- sorry, gay- up, his eyes watering. "W-what?" he choked out.

"Hey, no, don't cry-"

"I THOUGHT WE HAD SHARED SOMETHING!"

That was one of the rare moments when Logan let someone else see him cry. Virgil ended up consoling him and explaining that they were all boyfriends.

Back together in the living room, Logan was silent. Everyone looked at him, somewhat confused and concerned. Especially since he was shouting about alien life five minutes earlier.

"You guys know I love you, right?"

His voice shook, and now that they were looking, he was crying. Again.

Roman was the first to speak, taking Logan's hand. "Oh, darling, of course we do."

"I-it's just, I know I try to be professional and I-I come off as cold and I don't mean to, I love you all so, s-so much, I very deeply apologize if I ever made any of you feel otherwise, I just..." he trailed off.

"We know, Logan." Patton hugged him from the side. "We love you too, don't worry. It's okay."

"I'm sorry!" Logan sobbed into his hands.

"Hey." Virgil kneeled in front of him. "Don't be. We know you love us, okay?" He reached up to cup Logan's cheek and dry some of his tears. "It's okay. Don't be sorry."

Logan sniffed, drying his eyes on his own. "I know, I know."

"Cuddle pile?" Patton suggested. And a good suggestion it was. They all fell asleep in a heap of tangled limbs and laughing and love.

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