Strangely, he felt nothing. No emotion, no pain, no hunger. It had been a long day, and he often did little chores around the house, but not this time. Today, he wandered around aimlessly, not knowing what to do. The things he usually did somehow didn't interest him. He had barely eaten all day, just enough to keep the others from worrying about him. He tried talking to his friends, but quickly ended their conversations and left. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He was lonely, but didn't want to be around anyone. He was exhausted for no reason in particular, but couldn't seem to sleep. The best way to put it was... He didn't even know. He just felt empty. He curled up under his covers after wishing his friends goodnight and tried to fall asleep. A while later, his door slowly opened and someone sat on the edge of his bed, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Patton..." It was Logan, he decided. "Are you alright? You haven't been yourself all day today, and we're worried about you."
He rolled over and stared up at Logan's face and gave him a small smile. "I'm fine, Lo. Don't worry about me! I think I'm just a little sick, that's all." That was a lie. He felt fine. Actually, fine wasn't an accurate description. Empty was the best word to explain it. "Maybe I'm not sick... I'll talk to you about it tomorrow, okay? I think you'd be able to explain it to me."
Logan slowly nodded before standing up to leave. "Goodnight, Patton." Then he left, closing the door behind him.
It took a while, but he finally drifted off to sleep. It was pleasant, being able to escape his... It's not an issue. His phenomenon? That wasn't quite it either, but it didn't matter. The only thing that did was that he didn't have to feel empty anymore. He was at peace in his sleep, and that's the important thing.