Most days were like that, a small accident happening during the day, generally in the morning, Patton making lunch and sometimes dinner (one of his special interests was cooking), Virgil and Roman heading to work and Patton and Logan watching out for the house. The only thing that changed was the appearance of Diego's alters. In fact, a week had passed since the incident and DD hadn't made an appearance since. (DD only fronted when Diego was put under serious stress because he was such a young alter that he didn't understand most things enough to be affected).

"So Logan, how blind are you actually?" Roman asked the question as soon as everyone had settled down after Patton served dinner.

"I have a slight deficiency but nothing severe." He readjusted his glasses before picking up a forkful of mac and cheese and navigating it to his mouth.

"Don't lie."

"I assure you I am not lying." His brow flicked upwards slightly.

"You are so lying!"

"No. I. am. Not. Roman." He set his fork down, scooting back slightly.

"Yes you are! And you know how I know that you are?"

"How?"

"Your glasses have been broken all week and you haven't said anything about it." He crossed his arms, a childish smile on his face.

Logan's face meanwhile, slackened, and he reached up carefully to touch his glasses, running over both lenses until he found the spidering of cracks. He ran his finger along it, feeling it all over, feeling that it even reached over to the sliver of things he could still see. He cursed himself, for not noticing the slight deformity in the little he could see. He pulled his hand away from the glasses, looking down at the table.

He couldn't believe he'd never noticed, he couldn't believe that the well structured lie he had built was crumbling before him, he couldn't believe that it was Roman who had figured him out, he couldn't believe that he hadn't prepared himself for this, hadn't thought that one day he wouldn't be able to keep up the facade of being only mildly inconvenienced by his inability to see. He stood, feeling suddenly self-conscious. In his haste and and sudden surge of emotion he couldn't quite remember where he was. It didn't matter now; he turned away from the table; rushing towards his bedroom using the familiarity of the floorplan to make it there mostly unscathed.

He wanted to lock the door, so that Patton wouldn't be able to come check on him; he really didn't want to talk about it, but it wouldn't be fair to Virgil or Diego who he shared a room with. Instead, he opted to pull the door almost all the way closed. He didn't need the others to see him cry, and he definitely didn't need them to see that Roman had figured him out. He loved all four of his boyfriends, but Roman wasn't known for his ability to notice things, whether social, or physical, Roman tended to be oblivious.

Logan drew the blanket from the end of the bed. It was a crochet blanket that Patton had made him for Christmas one year. But the memory of getting that blanket couldn't cheer him, instead, he drew it tightly around his shoulders and tried to calm down. He had barely settled the blanket around his shoulders when the door pushed open. Virgil, by the footsteps, he felt the bed dipped, and an icy hand on his leg. Just one, like he was reassuring him. There was the sound of typing on a phone, and it went on for a long time. Several minutes, and Logan felt slightly relieved because maybe Virgil was just checking in on him, making sure he was okay. He held on to this belief, waiting for Virgil to see that he was fine so that he'd leave.

Then the google translate voice started. "Logan, I know you're not okay. And you know you don't have to lie to us about that right?" We wouldn't think any less of you." There was a pause, like Virgil was waiting for him to speak.

Logan spoke slowly, so that Virgil could read his lips. "It's not about thinking less of me." He looked around at all the things he couldn't see. "I don't want you all to know how helpless I am. It's bad enough that people think less of me, but to be pitied, in my own house."

Virgil reached out and took his hand, moving it from his thigh to clasp his hand in reassurance. "You're not helpless." This time, the voice hadn't read it, he had said it.

His voice sort of strangled. Virgil didn't speak often, because he couldn't always get it to sound right. But this time, Logan understood what he was trying to say, and responded in like, trying not to let frustration fuel the rhythm he spoke in (otherwise Virge might not be able to understand him at all).

"Yes I am." He pushed his hair back, letting out a breath to try and calm himself. "I can't navigate around places without help, I bump into furniture and people. I can't even see your face, I don't know what you look like." His voice cracked and he reached out to touch his face softly. "Last week I tripped over the table leg and broke a plate Virge!"

Virgil struggled to form words for a moment, making a few half thought out noises before sighing and reaching for his phone, the click-click of keys being typed made him feel anxious.

"Yeah, and I can't hear when someone speaks to me, and Diego isn't always Diego and Patton can't handle the texture of a lot of food and Roman is loud and can't focus sometimes. We all have problems Lo. But that doesn't make you helpless, it just means you need more help than some." There was a pause as he wrote a few more words. "Maybe you should get a service dog, to help you. And Roman and I can move the furniture so that it's easier for you to get around."

"We're not getting a dog. We don't have the facilities to take care of a dog, and more importantly, I don't need one." He heard Virgil sigh, and knew full well that he'd have to let him win on one thing. "But I suppose that if you and Roman wish to, so long as you don't hurt yourselves, I would appreciate the extra space to move through the house."

Virgil squeezed his hand in what he assumed was excitement, and there was a quick burst of typing, before the automated voice spoke again, "We can do tomorrow since we're both off work for the weekend."

There was a silence, several minutes of it that stretched on, before another quick burst of clacking. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, thank you Virge." There was a pause. "I love you, now I think we've been gone from the table for too long." He stood up, and to show that he would try to accept help more, he said, "Will you guide me? So that I don't bump into anything."

In response, Virgil took his hand, pulling him towards the door gently. He led him back to the dining room, and Logan had to admit that it felt nice to not bump into sharp corners and furniture the entire time. Virgil helped him settle back into his spot, before walking back around to his side of the table and signing to Roman the short version of the story. It's handled now, tomorrow you and I have to move furniture so that we have more space for him to move. I'm gonna keep trying to convince him to get a dog, but for right now, it's not working out.

Roman nodded in response, and Patton waited to be filled in. He had understood a few signs in that statement, move, space, dog. That was all, and he felt excitement. Had Virgil convinced Logan to get a seeing eye dog? He bounced in excitement, smiling at Logan despite the fact that he couldn't see it.

After all the excitement at dinner, they all felt like it would be best to wind down with a movie. Which led to an argument about which movie to watch, Roman and Diego wanted to watch a disney movie, though Diego warned that a disney movie would probably cause Dallas to front or at least co-con, Logan said that there was a new science fiction movie he wanted to watch, and Patton and Virgil were stuck in the middle. In the end, with much grumbling from Roman, they agreed to watch Logan's movie.

Patton made sure the volume was set so that both Logan could enjoy the movie and Roman could hear it, and let Virgil mess around with the closed captions settings while he made popcorn. He came back in just as the movie started, snuggling in next to Logan and Roman as the movie began. Fifteen minutes in and his mind started to drift, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to picture the kind of dog that Logan would get.

Logan would like a very smart dog, and he'd probably want it to be energetic too, because he'd want us to love them with all our hearts. Maybe a german shepard, or a Collie. Or maybe even a golden retriever. We could train it to be a family dog too, so that kids could come up and pet them in public. They'd know all sorts of games they could play with D and I. Maybe then Logan could get a job like he wanted. Oh I bet he'll get a german shepard because it looks sleek and elegant and smart like him. He smiled to himself. All this warmth and nice thoughts and general good feelings of the room made him start to feel tired. He cuddled into Roman, nestling into the side of his neck as he reached out to grab Logan's sweater. It was a habit of his; to grab soft items near him, and Logan always were soft sweaters over his button up and tie.

He stopped to ponder on that thought, why Logan always wore a tie, and dressed so nicely for the fact that his main job was making sure the rest of them did their jobs. Occasionally, he still did interviews for jobs, but not so much lately. It was almost like he was giving up. Patton didn't get very far into that thought process before he fell asleep, clinging to Logan's sweater but nestled into Roman.

By the time the movie finished, Patton was deeply asleep and Diego was nearing the same. All of them were a little bit tired, even Virgil (who has insomnia). Roman insisted on carrying Patton back to their room, so the other three were left to clean up the bowl of popcorn really quick and then go to their own rooms. Diego decided that tonight he wanted to sleep in Virgil and Logan's room, (they had separate rooms because the sound of Logan's snoring upset Patton and he couldn't sleep) so he followed them in, snuggling up against them as he fell asleep.