HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN I LOVE LOGAN SO MUCH HE IS SO COOL AND SMART AND I HECCIN LOVE HIM!!!!

TW:// Mentions of Conversion Therapy, Rape, and Blatant Homophobia. Also vulgar language. I'm sorry.

STORYTIME!

Logan watched as Emile played happily on the playground with all of his little friends, living a very normal childhood. The nineteen year old boy didn't smile, he just watched. Emile was his "little brother" and the most precious thing in Logan's life. Logan has pretty much no family anymore after he ran off after being sent to thst damned camp. That damned conversion therapy. Logan never had the chance for a normal childhood, but at least Emile can have one. That's reason enough to make him happy.

Logan noticed someone was sitting on the bench next to him, smilimg amd holding a small purse-like bag in their lap and humming a small tune under their breath. Logan left them be, his eyes sticking into Emile. He needed to make sure he was completely safe. The second there was danger, a threat, or anyone upset him Logan would make sure the conflict was resolved as calmly as he could and bring Emile home. Nobody hurts his son. Err, pardon. Little Brother.

"Which one's Yours?"

Was this person beside him trying to engage in some sort of conversation? Logan had no interest in other people. He hardly can open himself up enough to form healthy bonds with another person. He blocked off all emotions he could. Logan remained silent for a moment, not wanting to talk to this person. However, the person wouldn't stop making eye contact with him so he was forced to reply to avoid any more awkward confrontation.

"The one with light brown hair and pink glasses is my little brother."

"Aww, that's so cool! I wish I had a little brother to take care of and dote on! My name's Patton by the way, he/him and they/them pronouns! What's your name and pronouns, new friend?"

Logan stifled a chuckle. This man was quite... wholesome... for a lack of a more appropriate vocabulary term. His gaze always stayed on Emile, never straying as he made new friends with a bunch of littler kids and taught the toddlers how to use the slide in a more fun way. That's Emile for you. Maybe Logan doesn't need to watch him one hundred percent of the time. But then again, he does. Logan can never take his eyes off his boy in fear that something would go wrong... like his life did. But maybe he can uphold this meaningless conversation. Some social interaction might do him some good.

"My name is Logan, he/him pronouns. It's a pleasure to meet you Patton. I would respectfully ask you not to bring up the subject of parents, as a forewarning, for we don't have any. I give this warming to everyone who tends to socialize with both Emile and I."

"No parents? That's awful! I'll respect your wishes not to talk about it, Logan. It's really cool to meet you though! Hmm, what's something we can talk about...? Oh! Have you ever watched Adventure Time? It's a cartoon I'd highly recommend! I'm sure your little brother would love it! Finn doesn't have parents either so he could relate to it and it's really goofy in the beginning! The later seasons get kind of deep, but the show eases you into it! I really loved that show and was so proud that I grew up on it."

"Adventure Time, Correct? I'll have to look it up and read over the reviews and episodes. I want Emile to grow, but I don't want anything harmful to enter his mindset."

Emile laughed as he fell bottom first onto the mulch, a bunch of kids surrounding him and nearly crying because they thought he was hurt. Emile was laughing, so Logan knew it was okay. He stood back up with a grin and made a bet that none of the children could catch him as he raced over to the swings. Logan followed him with his eyes, making sure his shoes were tied and he stayed happy. This normal, happy childhood was something he always wanted. Logan frowned. Those memeories need to stay repressed.

"I don't want anything bad to happen to him."

Logan clenched his fists on his legs. Why are the memories flooding back in now? Of all times? Why did he suddenly want to rant to this perfectly innocent stranger?! These feelings don't need to be witnessed by anyone, especially while Emile is around. That girl who died at childbirth from the camp, the fact that they made them do indescribable things, the child that her parents refused to take, the emotional and physical abuse... None of that was what Emile deserved. But sometimes Logan wished he could just be Emile, be naïve, and have an accepting family. A warm hand on his shoulder.

"Hey it's okay. Nobody wants to see their family hurting or suffering. That's what family's for. I'm sure nothing bad will happen to Emile. He has a cool big brother like you!"

Cool? Cool? The last thing Logan was cool. That shattered him. His voice was low and monotone as he spoke. For the first time since he was twelve years old he finally got everything off his chest.

"A cool older brother? Would a cool older brother be sent to conversion therapy at ten years old just because he liked the color pink? Would he be sent to a conversion camp at age twelve and be forced to do the unimaginable and disturbing with a girl who likes women and women alone and then have her die bearing your child and then her parents sue you and force you to take the child into your own custody, but then your own parents disown you and beat you to a pulp so you have to drop out of school and love in several homeless shelters each year just to provide for  your son and you don't eat for weeks at a time and barely get enough water to survive a day and all your money goes to clean diapers. Would you call that a cool older brother?"

Silence.

Why did Logan decide to tell a stranger about his agony?

Logan felt the hand on his shoulder being warmer. He felt tears try to slip past the dam behind his eyes with the label slapped on reading 'Pride'. His necktie felt like it was wringing his neck and hanging him up with his feet dangling just above the chair. While at the same time he was suffocating something was finally released from his chest. It was pain, but it was also relief. He watched Emile play with the kids, having fun and laughing. His poor, beautiful baby boy. He deserves so much more than he can get him.

"I'm so sorry. You don't deserve any of that heartache. You seem like an absolutely wonderful man. If there's ever anything, and I mean anything I can do for you and Emile then please let me know. Here, I'll treat you both to lunch. It's the least I can-"

"No. It's fine."

"Well, then at least let me and my family help you out! I can help with homeschooling and daycare so you can get an education or job if you want. I'll be more than happy to do that! You've suffered and struggled alone far too long. I refuse to let someone continue on that way! Raising a kid on your own when you were a kid yourself must've been horrible! I cannot imagine it! I refuse your refusal! Why don't you go get Emile and he can choose where we go for lunch? I'll drive and pay and everything. The two of you deserve a treat."

He smiled so warmly at Logan. So warming and welcoming. Logan hasn't been shown a kindness this great since he was actually a part of a family rather than trying to become an entire one for his "little brother". Logan looked out to Emile, who he didn't even realize he wasn't paying attention to, to find him already skipping over as if he knew that it was almost time to go. He was always such a  smart child.

"Logan, who dis?"

"It's 'who is this' not 'who dis' little brother. And this man is named Patton. I have a feeling he is going to become a good friend to us both."

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Yeah this was short and it sucked im so sorry.

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