Hey'all! This isn't on a 'posting day' because I have no schedule for this fic and I didn't want to forget I wrote this little dinky one-shot at school! sooo yeah. haha. I do generally try to stick with Tuesdays and Fridays though. Aaaaaaanyways. This chappie has some angst, a personal headcanon of mine that you'll see when you read it, and some hinted Logicality! 3 Enjoyyyy!

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Thomas

"I just don't think that's a very good idea." Joan was saying, staring Thomas right in the eyes. "It's not your best. Y'know?"

"Why not?" Thomas's voice had underlying of irritation. They'd been arguing for the past ten minutes and gotten nowhere. "It makes sense doesn't it?"

"Well yeah, but it's not very interesting." Joan shrugged. "I've been saying this the whole time, Thomas, let's just keep brainstorming."

"Well, I like this idea," Thomas said, turning away from his best friend. "So deal with it." Joan's eyes widened slightly when they picked up on Thomas's tone.

"Dude, are you okay? We can take a break if you-"

"I don't need to take a break!" Thomas all but yelled, shoving them away. Joan stared at him. "I just need you to stop!"

"Why are you angry?" Joan asked, completely shocked. "You… you never get angry!"

"Well surprise!" Thomas said bitterly, clenching his fists. He closed his eyes and turned, starting up the stairs.

"...Thomas?" Joan asked uncertainly.

"You're right. I need a break." Thomas said sharply, not turning back to look at them. "I'll be down later."

"Listen, I-"

"I said I'll be down later!"

Sides

They stared at the screen, not quite sure what had just happened. Patton glanced sideways after a moment, seeing that Virgil and Roman were just as shocked as he was.

"They hate us." Virgil gasped, stumbling back in terror. "Joan hates us, they hate us now!"

"No, Virgil, calm down." Patton rushed to his side, taking him in a hug. "I'm sure Joan could never hate us, okay?"

"What was that, Patton?" Roman asked, voice soft, but obviously confused. "Why did Thomas get angry? You're his feelings! What did you do?"

"D-don't!" Virgil shoved between them. Patton chewed his lip uncertainly.

"That wasn't me, Roman," he confessed, wringing his hands. "I'm at the core of most of Thomas's feelings… not all of them. I thought… well, to be honest, I always imagined you were at the core of his temper, but his hopes and dreams always took priority. That's why Thomas isn't an angry person, right?"

"Me?" Roman asked, eyes wide. "You thought that was me? I would never yell at Joan!"

"They hate us…" Virgil worried, staring out at where Thomas was staring. The ceiling of his bedroom. "Guys, Joan hates us! What are we going to do? We just left, what if they burn the house down or something and-"

"Slow down there, Tiger." Patton scolded. "You know Joan would never do something like that. They're probably as confused and worried as we are. They're Thomas's best friend."

"We yelled at them," Virgil said, clenching his fists worriedly. "We yelled at our best friend, oh my g-"

"Gravy," Patton whispered, Virgil sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"If it's not me, and it's no you, and it's obviously not Virgil," Roman said uncertainly, turning to look where Logan had been standing. He was gone. "That leaves… well… Logan." Silence met this statement.

"Th-that's crazy." Virgil finally muttered, glancing between the both of them. "He's Logic. Anger isn't logical at all!"

"I'll… be right back." Patton said, then sunk down to outside Logan's door. He knocked gently. "Lo? You in here?"

"Patton." Logan's voice was unusually curt. "Do you… do you need something?"

"Just.. wanted to check on ya…" Patton said, eyes narrowing. "You ran off after Thomas got upstairs."

Silence.

"Logan, can I come in?"

Silence.

"I'm coming in, kiddo, alright?" Patton gently eased open the door. Logan was standing in the middle of the room, facing away from Patton. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, but Patton saw them trembling. "Logan?"

"I'm… fine." Logan said, tensing slightly at the falsehood. "Don't worry, Patton."

"Too late," Patton said, hurrying to his side. Logan lifted his head and glanced at him, Patton was somewhat shocked. His tie had been loosened and his hair was a mess, his eyes were red from crying. "L-Logan?"

"My apologies, Patton." Logan laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. "I usually have time to put myself together after a… after an episode."

"Episode…?" Patton asked. He had the feeling it wasn't the cartoon kind. Logan turned away, rubbing his eyes.

"Each of the sides is the core of at least one emotion." he finally said, almost like a robot. "Virgil is most obvious, he is anxiety. Roman is a bit vaguer but generally brings forth excitement and dedication. You, of course, are the core of most of Thomas's simple emotions. Happiness, Sadness, etc."

"But not anger," Patton said softly, putting a hand on Logan's shoulder. Logan sighed.

"There's a reason I prefer not to show emotion, Patton," Logan said, straightening his tie and running a hand through his hair again. "It makes most sense that I would manifest Thomas's temper. I am the best suited to… combat it. Logic and Anger don't cooperate, so by being logical, I can naturally keep most anger at bay. Not always."

"Oh, Logan, I didn't know!" Patton said, hugging Logan from behind. Logan stiffened, then sighed and melted into Patton's touch.

"Of course not." He said softly. "I didn't think it necessary to tell anyone." Patton kept his arms around Logan as he moved to face him. They were so close he could feel Logan's soft breath on his face and tried not to flush. They were so close he could see the bags under Logan's eyes and the exhaustion and pain in his gaze.

"Why don't you get to bed?" Patton asked softly, glancing away. "You're tired, kiddo. And while you're asleep, the subconscious will take care of the logic like it would if you were all good to go. Roman and Virgil and I can patch things up with Joan, you need sleep." Logan sighed but nodded.

"I suppose you're correct." he agreed. "Thank you, Patton."

"It was nothing," Patton said with a sweet smile. He started to Logan's door, brushing a kiss over his cheekbone as he did so. Logan stared after him as he left, then a small smile rose on the logical side face as he lifted a hand to the spot.

Anger wasn't the only emotion he could feel.

Thomas

"Thomas?" Thomas glanced at the door to his bedroom. He felt awful, worse than he'd felt in a long time. "Thomas, are you okay?"

"I-" Thomas's voice caught in his throat. What was he supposed to say? He'd yelled at Joan. He'd yelled at his best friend, for no reason. He'd just snapped. Out of nowhere. "I'm fine."

"Uh huh," Joan said from outside the door, obviously not buying it. "Is it okay if I come in?" Thomas hesitated, then rubbed tears off his face and nodded even though they couldn't see him.

"Uh, I.. I guess so."

Joan stepped inside, obviously concerned, and Thomas immediately felt anxious. He stood up, trying to look anywhere but their face.

"Lo-look, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean-" Joan raised an eyebrow and Thomas groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"I'm not upset, Thomas," Joan said, walking to stand by him. "I'm just worried, you don't get mad very often. Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing wrong, I just snapped for no reason and you probably hate me now, and-"

"That's Virgil talking," Joan said, smiling slightly as they elbowed him. Thomas chuckled slightly, shaking his head. "Come on, Thomas. Could I ever hate you?"

"...maybe?"

"The answer is no," Joan said, rolling their eyes. "We're best friends! If anything, I'm surprised I've only seen you mad a couple times. Everyone gets mad."

"Yeah, but-"

"You're overstressed," Joan said, smirking slightly. "Too much planning and writing. We'll take a break." Thomas sighed, letting a small smile cross his face.

"You're gonna make me take a break aren't you?"

"Yep."

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I couldn't help myself! So yeah, that's my headcanon. Logan is the core of all of Thomas's frustration. Thoughts? Opinions? Rude words that will make me cry to sleep? Go ahead and leave them in a review!

Until next time,

-Jelly