-Logan's POV-

I saw the sun begin to dim

I lie back against the beanbag, with a book. It's the only book Patton ever wanted to hear me read to him, a collection of small Sherlock Holmes stories. Even if he didn't always understand the words, he was always happy to hear me talk about it with me.

... why do I still feel bad?

And felt that winter wind, blow cold

It's as if something in me has been frozen, as if something has been broken beyond my knowledge of repair. I can't fix it. Is it longing? The feeling to miss someone? What is it?

A man learns who is there him

I sigh, opening the book. I can't focus on the page, I keep looking up to try and find Patton there. Why do I keep searching for him? Surely I know he's gone.

When the glitter fades and the walls won't hold

Something tells me that I'm wrong. Something tells me to call him, something tells me this is a mistake. A bug. An issue.

'Cause from that rubble

I sigh. It's quiet. Lonely. I wish Patton was here to listen to me read, to make remarks on things I thought were unimportant, to stick his tongue out the way he does when he listens to me.

What remains

... I still love him.

Can only be what's true

I don't know why. It was a stupid argument, something I don't want to think about and yet I long for some contact. I wonder if someone else will suffice. They won't.

If all was lost

It's only Patton. I feel empty. The words on the pages mean nothing to me. I put the book down, pulling out my phone. I need to hear him, as stupid as it is.

There's more I gained

I can't imagine what I've done to him. He must be crying. My heart stings as I scroll to find his contact, my head yelling at me for how stupid this emotion is.

Cause it lead me back

I click on his name.

To you

It rings.

From now on

Still ringing. My mind keeps telling me that you can't feel emotion if you're a robot. It keeps telling me that to function optimally I can't feel a thing.

These eyes will not be blinded by the light

But what is he achieving with his function? What is he trying to make? He has no constant. He has no life without someone giving him knowledge he didn't feel like he already knew. He... had no constant without Patton.

From now on

Patton doesn't pick up.

What's waited till tomorrow starts tonight

He doesn't know what to do. He texts him. Once, twice, three times- no response. Patton's bubble pops up, saying he was typing, but he's gone as soon as he started.

And Logan aches.

Tonight

Logan sighs. He scrolls up, checking the previous texts for any hint of where he might be. It's all just begging him to reply.

Let this promise in me start

'Logan, please. I know you're seeing these' - Pattoncake, sent at 9:45pm

Like an anthem in my heart

'I don't know what I did wrong, please, what did I do wrong?' - Pattoncake, sent at 9:58pm

From now on

'I love you' - Pattoncake, sent at 10:35pm

From now on

'I'm sorry' - Pattoncake, sent at 3:13am

I drank champagne with kings and Queens

I get up. I can't handle it, I just need to get out of here. I don't bother with the book, and ignore as the same Thomas man reaches out for me on my way out of the library.

The politicians praised my name

I felt so much better with Patton. Virgil catches me, looking worried as I walk past the group. They've got a free session because of a late minute cancel and no substitute.

But those were someone else's dreams

I don't look back, and I don't know what they're thinking. I don't care. I only care about one thing: getting to Patton. I don't know where he is- but he's somewhere.

The pitfalls of the man I became

And that somewhere is where I need to be. Something whispers to just let my feet carry me on auto drive to wherever, and I do. It's a little weird, but I trust that something, some higher force, is going to bring me to Patton.

For years and years, I praised their cheers

Out the school, to my street, down the road past Patton's house. It's all too bright. It's all too slow for my quick pace.

The crazy speed of always needing more

I don't know where I'm going. I don't know where my feet are taking me but it's familiar, and it's a nice familiar, and something tells me I'm going the right way.

But when I stop

I'm walking down a path. I stop. There's a tree, a tree I remember a little too well and I think it's because it's the tree me and Patton first kissed under.

And see you here

I walk forward, separating the leaves. "Patton?" I call out.

I remember who all this was for

There's a hitched breath, and tears. He's here. My heart aches to have me hold him, but I don't know if I've lost that privilege. I have.

And from now on

Leaves crunch under me as I find Patton curled up under the tree, backpack leaning against him as he stares up at me, phone loose in his hands.

These eyes will not be blinded by the lights

I take a seat in front of him. Tears roll down his cheeks suddenly and I don't know what to say when I see his face, it renders me speechless. He looks so sad.

From now on

"Logan...." He mumbles, buried in the cat hoodie I bought him for his birthday.

What's waited till tomorrow starts tonight

"I'm so sorry," I say, and I don't even realise I'm out of breathe. I'm too focused on him. "I'm so, so sorry."

It starts tonight

He reaches out for me, and I scoot forward to hold him. I feel his familiar warmth on my chest, his head on my shoulder and buried in the crook of my neck, tears staining my shirt.

Let this promise in me start

His hands cling to me, finding their ways under mine until we're hugging and my arms are around him too. He doesn't even look at me. I don't know if he can.

"It's okay," I say softly. "I'm going to keep you safe."

Like an anthem in my heart.

Safe from what? I don't know. But I'm suddenly rubbing his back and whispering reassurances to him. "I'm not going to leave," I say. "I'm never going to leave."

From now on

"From now on," I say. "I'm going to stay here forever. I promise."

From now on

He pulls away to weakly smile up at me, still crying. "You promise?"

From now on

"I promise." I say.

And then, after a look we both know is consent, I get to taste my favourite white chocolate, cookie dough, and vanilla flavoured Pattoncake.

Home again.

(A/N: woo! Don't we all love a song themed chapter. And yes, I know the song doesn't particularly have the same effect but if it did I'd be writing a Greatest Showman AU and unfortunately, I'm not. As you can see, I'm writing a simulation AU, lol.)