Wake up. Text Roman and Janus. Get ready. Go to class. Ask questions. Write facts. Eat during scheduled time. Go to class. Text Janus. Text Roman. Text Roman. Text Roman. Ask questions.

Question facts.

Go to class. Study hard. Text Janus and Roman. Go to bed. Repeat until satisfied.

A break from his cycle: Sandra. She requested his assistance in her final project for their Fusion Studies class. Her studies were focusing on the differences between multiple Logic Side's fusions. (She had asked the same for Bri Logic and Nathan Logic for a larger sample size. They had both agreed.) Logic found interest in the study, and therefore, agreed to participate. He was assured his Sides wouldn't have to partake in the study.

"The three Sides in my circle include a Logic, a Heritage, and a Theatrical. We combine to create an intelligent individual with strong emotional ties. We are unsure of what sides we could be missing." Sandra said, speaking mostly to herself as she studied her notes. Pop Culture relaxed on the couch, scrolling through her phone as the Logics talked.

"In comparison," Logic said, leaning closer to read what she had already written. "My Sides are a Logic, a Deceit, and an undiagnosed Creative-Emotional Trait. I know one of my other Sides is Morality."

"There's a chance Roman is Theatrical as well," Sandra said, crossing her arms, "but if it were that easy, he would have been diagnosed already."

"How is Roman, anyway?" Pop asked from across the room.

"Well, I assume he's healthy. He seemed to be busy this morning." Logic said with a shrug, only giving her half his attention. He asked Sandra, "It's neurological, but what if it's genetic? Did your parents have Logic sides?"

"My mother did, my father did not." She said, writing that down. She turned to her computer and pulled up a search engine to look for articles on the subject.

"Oh, yeah," Pop said conversationally, scrolling through their phone. "He had a date with Remy."

Logic paused, his brows pinching together slightly. He repeated, "Date?"

A knock at the door distracted Sandra, who rushed to open it. She greeted Nathan Logic, who Logic didn't speak with outside of class. His gaze darted back to Pop Culture, and he found himself crossing the floor. Sandra being properly enthralled with questioning Nathan didn't mind his absence at the kitchen table.

"Please elaborate," Logic said, touching the couch beside her briefly, "when you and Remy say the phrase 'date', it is in reference to 'friends hanging out platonically', right?"

Pop laughed at him slightly, before shaking her head. "No, I mean like they're dating. Like together." Her smile fell after a beat, "You didn't know?"

He knew Roman had met Remy on a dating app and hoped they were Sides. He knew they messaged each other often. He knew they were touchy, but was that normal for non-Logical Sides? He felt struck with the realization that Roman was dating the Sleep Side.

A strong buzzing sensation fumbled through his brain. He stared at Pop without really seeing her, his thoughts too jumbled to pick a distinct one. How did he feel about this? He didn't know. The sensations were too powerful for him to comprehend. They weren't logical. They were emotions, and Logic was drowning in them.

"Logan? Are you okay?" He heard Pop say in his ear, but she sounded off-center. Logic couldn't focus on her voice.

He frowned, and tried to lick his dry lips, but his mouth had no moisture. He uttered, "Yeah."

"I'm so sorry, dude, I thought he told you." Pop said, sounding genuinely upset. Logic brushed her off, still distracted with his thoughts. A shiver ran through his spine.

He took a deep breath and straightened his glasses. He wouldn't react without more information. He was a Logic Side after all, he would act like it. He pulled out his phone and messaged Roman.

Me: Are you dating Remy Sleep?

He got no immediate response, and he didn't really expect one. Roman and Janus were going on a date tonight. He chewed his lip, curious if he should text Janus as well. Did he know? Was this a secret being kept from him? A lie? Or had Roman just not had the chance to discuss it yet?

He reluctantly set the topic aside, until he had enough evidence to decide a verdict. He glanced at Pop, who offered him a guilty look.

"They've always been together?" Logic couldn't help but ask. "This whole time?"

Pop didn't verbally speak, but she nodded and glanced away. It was enough of an answer for him. He sighed and looked over to Sandra and Nathan. They were going through her data and filling in his own responses.

"He's not the type to cheat or anything." Pop said awkwardly. "He was probably just busy...?"

Logic knew his schedule was packed as a theater student. But all it took was a couple of texts. He didn't respond to her, too busy trying to sort through his thoughts. He needed to give Sandra his attention. He had offered her his services in the experiment, not to gossip with her Sides.

He moved back across the room, tuning into the other's conversation.

"And that fusion has three eyes and three arms?" Sandra asked.

Nathan nodded, "He also has an extra finger on his left hand."

"What unique purpose could that serve?" Sandra looked at him, curious and pleased.

"Piano! For the Musical Side." He said, his simple smile practically beaming. "We conduct melodies in our head constantly."

Logic relaxed as he added, "How lovely."

"Greetings, Logan." Nathan said, standing up straighter. "How have you been?"

"I'm not sure yet." Logic said stiffly, looking down at the papers on the table. "We'll see."

Sandra glanced up, gathering his appearance. She asked simply, "Are you concerned about your Sides date tonight?"
"No." Logic said, thankful for the slight distraction. "I suggested to Janus that they spend time together. I can only hope they don't figuratively kill each other."

Nathan nodded sympathetically, "Side troubles?"

"Possibly." Logic said, "It's difficult keeping harmony among Sides, isn't it?"

Nathan made a noise of agreement.

"What?" Sandra asked, glancing between them, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Logic's phone buzzed and he looked down at it. He expected a response from Roman, and indeed it was one. But he didn't answer Logic's question at all.

Instead, there was a photo of a fusion with four eyes. His hand was held up in a peace sign, and his smile spread wide in a grin. Behind him was a sign for a tattoo parlor.

Roman: Bro we should get matching tattoos!

"Oh no," Logic said, holding his phone closer to his face. "They didn't!"

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