Sleepy Head

Logan POV:

I am absolutely exhausted today. I was constantly doing study on how to improve a persons mental stability with no break. Unhealthy I know, but Thomas was not feeling his best and came to me for advice so I had to help him. I can understand why he came to me for advice. Knowledge is power.

I had lost track of time. I suddenly remember that Patton is going to read to me tonight. I am angry and tired maybe it is best to just go to sleep tonight. I do appreciate him reading to me and I like it when he does but I am just too tired tonight.

"Hey Logan, haven't seen you much today. You ready for the bedtime story?" He happily marched into my room. I felt so much better when Patton came into my boring room with the Harry Potter book, wearing his onesie and a massive smile. As soon as he came in I felt a jolt of happiness. I was so tempted to just sit there and listen to his calming voice but I knew how much I needed sleep. My temptation got the better of me and I just sat there. This is our third reading session we are up to Chapter 3.

"This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope," he enthusiastically says. We have been reading for 10 minutes now and I feel like I will collapse.

"Ah, Patton is it okay if we stop now? I need sleep," I tiredly say. As soon as I said that I regretted it. Patton turned his face and all I could see was sadness. I felt bad but I really was tired.

"Oh uh, now?" he asked. I slowly nod with all the strength I have left.

"Not now Logan" he complains. "Sorry Patton but I do need my sleep," I say and use the last bit of my energy to pull myself up onto my bed. Patton saw me struggling and helped me up but i lost all energy and that's when everything went black.

(A/N: Logan's not dead everyone he just fainted)

(Editor's Note: I burst out laughing when I read this bit)

Patton's POV:

I didn't realise how hard Logan had worked himself today. I was trying to help him up onto his bed when he just collapsed. I caught him but fell over in the process. Logan landed on my chest and I landed on the hard floor hitting my head on the corner of his desk.

"Ouch!" I complain and rub my head. I feel Logan squirm around on my chest and I blush so hard. He got comfortable lying on me stopped squirming and smiled. I struggle but eventually got Logan into his bed neatly tucked in. I pulled up a chair and kept an eye on Logan in case he needed anything. I waited there for 10 minutes then leaned close to his face and kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodnight Logan," I say and leave the room.

Maybe I can tell him another time.