Logan lunged forward when he saw those eyes roll back, unable to stop himself as thoughts of Anxiety hitting his head too hard on the floor, twisting his ankle or wrist by landing on top of them.
Logically, he should've held himself back. With his fellow side shorter than most of his fingers, he'd most likely do more harm than good. One miscalculation could have his grasp hitting the minuscule form rather than catching him. Instead of a head injury, it could be broken bones, severe bruising, possibly even a snapped neck.
Thankfully his quick mental calculations, despite the sudden situation, have Anxiety landing safely into his grasp. But that's where an entirely new problem arises. The fact he now holds for former dark side.
They've had the newest deemed 'light side' living among them for a month now. Well, 'among' them in the loosest of the term, considering they haven't seen the smaller form outside of his room since the first day. In that time, Logan's been slightly occupied learning as much as possible on how small creatures function. All in the name of making sure Anxiety is as comfortable as possible when he finally exited his room to in the very least properly introduce himself, and in turn being able to ask questions and receive answers without any interruptions.
He was a bit selfish in his research, however, that being preparing himself for when he could actually hold the shrunken side.
The entire circumstance has gone against everything he's ever known and experienced. Being the embodiment of Thomas' core personality traits, each side holds the same qualities: their host's voice, appearance, and, of course, his height.
Now, never has a dark side come to the conscious side of the mind, nor the light sides going to the subconscious part of the mind. However, they have met up on mutual ground before for discussions.
Not once has something like this occurred. More specifically, concerning Anxiety.
So, understandably, he's been curious. Though that may be an understatement. To be honest, not being able to even interact with someone who's done the impossible has been making all want to make and keep Thomas on a schedule feels like a chore. Yes, the one thing he truly enjoys doing, his job, that has become something as a distraction to him.
Now he has the approximately three inch tall side literally in his grasp. The problem is how overwhelming the feeling is.
Due to, again, the fact they're exact copies of Thomas without counting small differences, his mind races at the fact he feels as if the host, the person he works to help and support through his life, is actually the one in his grasp. At his mercy. With the minuscule head rolling from an unknown element and the rapidly beating heart pitifully thumping against his palm, it makes all the more realistic. Lungs pulling in an infinitesimal amount of air. Limbs jerking away from his fingers hovering close.
This may be Anxiety, one of the major players of being unable to accomplish all he wants and needs to happen in order for Thomas to live a full, healthy, fulfilling life, but it's obvious he has to protect this tiny figure.
With that in mind, he carefully maneuvers his current charge a bit too easy to manipulate, placing his legs in an elevated position, lying on his back. The appropriate position best for those who recently fainted. All while actively ignoring the fact he's actively holding an entire side in just one hand.
"I've got it!" Patton calls. The heart freezes with one leg in the air as Logan hisses out a stern 'quiet' despite being slightly occupied, hands tightening on the first-aid kit.
"Sorry!" he hisses at hopefully a more appropriate volume. "Is the kiddo okay!"
"Currently unconscious," the logical side supplies, a sigh escaping in disappointment. Not of Anxiety's current state. At the fact he was unable to keep this from occurring. "A panic attack wasn't able to be avoided, leaving us in a current predicament of what exactly we should do now."
Without a response to the information given, Logan gracefully stands up, his hand automatically moving to settle against his chest. His palm cups, the form protectively held to ensure no sudden movements from both him or Anxiety can make him fall from a fatal height. Learning about small animals didn't assist with feeling comfortable holding an entire person in his grasp, but it did give useful information about transporting one.
Patton's eyes widen as he sees his fellow side holding the person they haven't even seen for a month. There's no protest against him coming closer. Not as Morality emits a coo from how adorable the scene may seem from the other. Their newest member is just so small. Maybe even too small. Logan isn't having any sort of difficulty hold the little guy.
Poor kiddo.
"But he is okay, right?"
"Correct. It seems we'll just have to wait patiently for continuing our conversation."
"So you're saying I got this for no reason!"
Roman pouts at the eye roll given by their resident nerd from the dramatics being displayed. The glass of water he has been tasked to retrieve is handed over, however, Logan pausing as he sees how perfectly sized for the side he holds it is.
"Did you conjure this up?" Logic questions.
"As much as I'd love to see our Doctor Gloom drink from a thimble," Creativity begins, a smirk appearing at Patton's quiet squeal from that cute thought, "I spotted your notes about how tall the emo nightmare is. I thought my extra effort would make him talk!"
Logan finds himself unable to linger on the fact Roman, the person who's actively protesting against the newest resident to the conscious mind, went out of his way to seemingly make him more comfortable. Not with the blaring disrespect toward his privacy. "You went into my room."
A hand waves away the accusation. Clearly there's bigger fish to fry than being told for the twentieth time to stay out of Spec's room. Such as the fact they have Anxiety. An unconscious Anxiety.
Is no one else following his thought process!
"Now that that's out of the way, I want to make sure we're all on the same page."
Two blank expressions are all that's given. And in response he gives a glare.
"Oh come on! He's out of his room! And Logan literally has him in the palm of his hand! We can finally get everything we need to know about his dastardly plans!"
"Roman!" is the response he was expecting from the heart. The one that has for once in their life actually getting in the way of his ideas! "We're not going to force him to do anything! He's scared!"
"Well he should be! He infiltrated our home, and Thomas' thoughts, and is only trying to hinder his hopes and dreams and-!"
Logan finds himself sighing through his nose as the creative side begins to go off on his tangent again. The one they've- excuse him, the one he has proven to be a false way of thinking, that being due to the excessive holes in the logic surrounding his reasoning. He's not a supporter of what Anxiety does, but the former 'dark side' clearly hasn't 'infiltrated' anything. His room is here, he is here, and though clearly has been hindered by the mind itself, the side is here to stay.
However...
"Patton."
Morality sends a disappointed gaze at Roman, currently looking taken aback at being interrupted from his debate over this being the right thing to do.
"What is being said is unfortunately emotionally charged." Because despite all his attempts to get the others to look at things from a logical standpoint, he can't for the life of him get the two to at least try and look at things subjectively. "We do need to ask Anxiety a few key questions. Such as how Thomas found out about him, why he came here in the first place, an answer for his current stature. The points I made previously, and are still currently things we'd benefit from actually knowing.
"It's been a month. We need answers."
Patton's eyes grow a bit glossy at that. Especially with their prince angrily crossing his arms and yet clearly agreeing to what's being said.
He, he doesn't know what's right in this case. Logan says they need answers. Roman says they need answers. Technically for different things. And Patton...
Well, Patton doesn't want answers. Anxiety clearly needs his space! And from the emotions he's felt lingering around the small room, there's nothing but fear originating from it. Most likely fear from being such a small height. He's being held by one hand with plenty of room to spare for Thomas' sake! Logic can hold five little sides in his palm.
"I don't think this is the right way," he murmurs. Something that has Logan's brow furrow with frustration at his words not being heeded. Roman's arms being thrown up to state this can't be the third side's response, still!
"Just think about it! What if you were shrunk, Roman!"
"Well I-!"
"Or you, Logan!" has the logical side's grasp ever so slightly tightening around Anxiety.
"We're all family, but he's never been here before! For all we know, this might be his first time being hand-held! We should be more considerate!"
Morality's puppy-look silence the other two.
Logan doesn't enjoy emotions. They're complicated, illogical.
But, to be in Anxiety's position.
Eyes lock onto the side who's still unconscious. Safe with the fact the one who does every action by logical standards instead of spontaneous ideas is the current person holding him. However, until now the minuscule embodiment of Thomas' anxiety refused to exit his room. Well, on every other day previous to this one.
...why?
Looking at it from what Patton has stated, there seems to be a big problem of fear. Now with that seeming illogical, he can view the thought of encountering their boisterous creative side to be someone to avoid at all costs. Especially with the ever-loud opinions, specifically those surrounding the newest side, who knows what might correspond with encountering him at such a size. If they speak about Patton, however, and Logan as well, there seems to be no reason why not to appear before them.
The heart hasn't tried to approach, and more importantly, reach for Anxiety at any point of time. He's also an incredibly kind soul who adores small creatures. Who has invited him to dinner every night. Therefore, their moral side is completely safe. The logical side has also only spoken to the former 'dark side' respectfully and with no emotion behind it. Again, the same conclusion of Logan being safe to approach as well.
But, as they're arguing now, the current hand-held side did everything possible to get nowhere near any of the others. It can't have anything to do with hatred, though, as the only one who's displayed such opinions is Roman.
There could possibly be how significant of a change everything is. An entirely new place at such a minuscule height-
"W-Wha-?"
Logan's train of thought is cut off at the almost non-existent mutter. One he would've missed if not currently holding Anxiety. As proven by Patton and Roman still debating, though at a softer volume.
His attention is quickly directed to his hand, fascination appearing at seeing the side's limbs maneuver so perfectly. A human's movements on what logically should only be a doll instead of their fellow side. But he silences his curiosity for the moment. Offering an attentive look as those now open eyes look up. "It's good to see you awake, Anxiety. I hope there's no harmful side-"
That's when an impressive scream from such a small figure erupts.