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Logan feels an aching in his chest, a pain that feels physical when it truly is only mental.
He has been discarded and ignored far too many times.
The others mean nothing of it, but it’s not always intention that matters. He knows this better than anyone. That doesn't make it hurt any less.
“After you've decompressed and gained better control of your emotions, you might set aside time to talk with the person who hurt you.”
That’s the only solution. He knows this.
It makes sense.
It’s logical.
But Logan already learnt the hard way that when it comes to emotions, sometimes “logic” only makes things worse.
And yet, no matter where he searches for answers, it always leads to confrontation. And he can’t do that. It should be simple. Fix the miscommunication how? By communicating. But it’s so much harder than it seems. People always talk about how they’re treated differently after they confront the problem but no one talks about how they’re treated differently.
He doesn’t know what would feel worse, the others ignoring his complaints like they always do or if they actually tried putting effort into making things up.
He doesn’t want to be treated differently.
He doesn’t want Patton to fuss over and infantilize him. To have him feel guilty like he owes him something.
He doesn’t want Roman to pity him, to walk around eggshells whenever he’s talking. To have to hold back teasing remarks and nicknames because he doesn’t know what’ll set him off. Like he’s a burden.
He doesn’t want Virgil to look at him like he tends to do when he’s concerned. Like he's just searching for any hint of weakness. Like he could snap at any moment.
Being treated differently means being treated like he’s fragile.
Logan hates being treated like he’s fragile.
For once, he lets himself indulge in the fantasy world the others love.. He looks upon the stars and wishes. He begs. He yearns for a universe where the sides and Thomas pay attention to him as easily as they discarded him in this one. For a universe where they don't need to be reminded that he exists, has things to say, and despite all the times he denies it, has feelings.
He wants to be seen.
Seen effortlessly.
If not on this Earth, if not this orbit, if not this solar system, if not this galaxy..
Then maybe another universe.
Maybe, in another universe…
Loving them wouldn’t hurt.