Deceit was not a romantic but he was a scholar and he knew his literature well. The five love languages were created as a way to better understand what partners needed to feel loved but the same idea could be applied to friendships or any kind of relationship really. His knowledge on them made understanding his friends and fellow Sides a bit better.

If he had to say, Roman's language was the act of service. As a prince and an adventurer, chivalry and action were second nature to him. The smallest service meant the world to him.

Logan's was receiving gifts. He wasn't greedy or materialistic but Logan had doubts. It was in his nature to have a disconnect from something so personal. A physical object made the message clear to him.

Patton's was definitely quality time. Out of all the Sides, he had the most domestic role and he found joy in just basking in another Side's presence. Spending time with others made him happy.

Virgil was tricky but Deceit knew with certainty his language was physical touch. He was an anxious man and hesitant to trust but that just made gentle contact all the more meaningful. A little bit of comfort went a long way.

Deceit's language was undoubtedly affirmation. The simplest of words had a massive impact. A couple kind words could send him soaring and a hurtful one often left him shaken.

"You're one of Thomas's Sides. You wouldn't exist if you didn't have a purpose and your purpose is just as important as any other Side's," Logan concluded. About an hour had passed since Deceit entered the logical Side's room and his neck was beyond sore from looking up at him for so long but he couldn't turn away. He listened as attentive as ever, clinging to each and every word. "If anyone makes you doubt that, it's not your fault or theirs. We are figments of the mind and the mind is a complex thing. We cannot be expected to understand everything always, not even each other. Or ourselves for that matter."

Deceit let out a long breath and sat up. His hand fumbled out, reaching for his hat. "But even if I have a role, how can I do what's right for Thomas if he won't accept me? Or if the other Sides won't accept me?"

"While I must say there is a divide between the Light and Dark Sides, as Roman calls them, it is much more figurative than literal. We don't always get along but we have our moments. Isn't that how most households are? Thomas is our metaphorical landlord and we are his metaphorical tenants. We all pay our figurative rent which aids him and he cannot kick us out."

"But he-"

"Wait. Let me finish, Deceit," Logan interrupted. "We work and live independently but in the end, anything each of us does affects each other. We share a mutual living space and a mutual purpose for existence. We may rub each other the wrong way and our relationships are strained at times but we don't hate each other."

"Okay but Thomas does."

"Thomas is afraid," Logan pointed out. "Logic, Morality, and Fantasy are all something Thomas views as positive so it is easier for him to accept us but you have to keep in mind it's not normal for a human to be able to talk to manifestations of his personality. To some degree, he is uneasy with all of us. It's just easier for him to project those feelings onto you."

"So… What do I do?"

"That is up to you," Logan said and he got to his feet. Deceit swung his legs off the bed and rose as Logan began leading him to the door. "You're an important piece of Thomas, Deceit. It's up to you if you want to show Thomas or not."

Deceit fell silent as he stepped out of his room. "Thank you, Logan. I think… I think I have a better perspective on the situation now."

Logan dipped his head. "Of course. And Deceit?"

"Yes?"

"If it means anything, I respect you. Truly. You do a great deal for Thomas and I greatly appreciate your presence in the Mindpalace."

A smile threatened to creep up the corners of Deceit's mouth. "Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me."