Broken

"Logie..?"

Logan wiped his face, straightening his glasses a moment before Patton opened the door.

"You alright? You didn't come to dinner."

Don't tell him.

"Yes, Patton, I'm fine."

Patton crossed his arms. "You haven't come to dinner for the past four days, you've locked yourself in your room most of that time, and I'm worried!"

He doesn't care. Why would he?

"Patton. I'm fine."

Patton walked over and hugged Logan. "No, you're not. I can feel it."

Logan sat still until Patton let go. "You can't 'feel' anything. Well, you can, but not in that way. Unlike me," he finished under his breath.

"Yes I can Logie. I can sense emotions, and you're not okay. Do you want to talk?"

He doesn't care how you are.

"Patton.."

He'll laugh at you.

"I.."

Don't. Do it.

"No."

"Logie.."

He doesn't care.

"Patton, stop pretending."

"Pretending?"

He hates you.

He thinks you're useless.

Emotionless.

Broken.

Freak.

Robot.

Broken.

Broken.

Logan snapped.

Tears poured down his face.

"Please, stop."

"Logie!" Patton's arms were around him again. Logan pushed him off.

"Stop doing this, just stop pretending you care."

"Logie, I-"

"STOP."

"That's it. Come on, follow me." Patton got up. Logan didn't move.

Patton took his hand, pulling him up, out of his room and down the hall as Logan's thoughts screamed at him.

He hates you.

Why should he care about you?

He hates you.

Freak.

Broken.

Emotionless.

Broken.

Robot.

Broken.

Patton led him down the hall and into his own room, sitting Logan down on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

Logan could feel the truth about to spill out. He shook his head, clamping his mouth shut. It hinged open.

"I'm always supposed to be the strong one, Logic doesn't have emotions, I have to be the cold, cut off one, and that hurts, Pat, it hurts because then I repress emotions I don't understand, which is almost all of them, and then they just build up until I break. And so I'm the emotionless one, the freak. So just stop, stop acting like you care, no-one does." Logan glared at Patton for a moment before getting up and stalking out of his room, back to the dark and the cold and the quiet of his own.

He shoved open the door, slammed it behind him, flopped onto his bed and began to cry. He cried and cried as the thoughts swirled and shouted.

He'll tell the others.

They'll all laugh at you.

None of them care.

None of them like you.

Broken.

Monster.

Freak.

Broken.

Emotionless.

Broken.

Robot.

Broken.

Broken.

He was broken.